Lies discarded on the soles of your feet

A shadow of what she once was

A crumpled piece of paper

Broken glass, broken pieces of her heart lie scattered all around you

The clock just struck midnight

She takes flight, with broken glass sticking out of the soles of her feet

Her face is a vision of fright, horror and a zillion open wounds

Her wings broken, unable to fly she crawls towards you

Hoping you will stitch her up

At least close the open wounds,

help her get to her feet

You wear self preservation like a cloak, you will not be bothered
she means nothing to you now.