The Process of Shattering

Late.
She sits in bed
Crying tears of loss
These bridges burn so easily.

Alone.
She hugs tightly a teddy
Worn and old
Her best friend.

Breaking.
Tears flow like a waterfall
She takes deep breaths
Not able to contain her emotions.

Thinking.
Her mind races
Too fast to keep up with
She trembles and begins to shake.

Hearing.
She listens to footsteps
Outside her bedroom door
Hoping no intruders trespass.

Bowing.
Her head falls down
Into her anxiously awaiting hands
That seem so fragile and unstable.

Seeing.
Blurred by the tears
Slowly she closes her eyes
Hoping she can escape.

Shattering.
Broken on the floor
She lies in her own crimson blood
The pieces scattered and thrown away.