Emptiness fills me, as words fly like razor blades down my fragile,
milky white arms.
In taking numbers, rather uppers and downers-
Emotionally stricken, with the bitter chill of winter trying to hold on.
A soul tattered by those once trusted,
Forgiveness you preach?
Apologies you seek.
While in reality apologetic mannerisms and words were once in the working,
Even announced,
Then sinful woes, were pronounced.
Horizons sway colors of reds, purples, and blues-
A cotton candy sky on the brink.
Yet, before the calm ensues,
A series of storms abruptly intrude-
For the test one last time on the apparently weak.
The sky must fall,
In order to pick up the pieces.
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