She cried
With her words
Pain
Pouring
Uncontrollably from the corners of
Her firm mouth
Pressing
Her thin lips
Together
As they shook
GULP.
Swallowing evidence of
Pain
How raw her throat must be
Her bones
Would speak
Words she could not
Cracks all along her spine
L i k e a b o o k s t r e t c h e d t o o w i d e
Like her arms were pulled
Till her shoulders met
In
One
Loud
Crack.
They turned her into
A circus act
Handstands on
Broken shoulders
Jumps through hoops with
Broken knees
No casts
No slings
Just faulty bone
Ladies and Gentlemen,
The Grand, The Stupendous Broken Girl
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