Addicted to this, hazy dream–
tension across the
too, quick tempered glass.
My little buckled heels, chips
a little off the surface.
Oh, the gingerly placed steps
hold tenderly the blush glass.
‘It’s alright, it’s alright,’
she tremors, but
the cracks are a little, wider
She shut her eyes.
Oh, she shut her eyes over the cries
of her glazed heart.
Still, she treads
in strained delicacy
wishing furiously
till one fateful day, little Alice
crashed through
splintered hopes
swamped by her
lies unleashed
>^<
MindWraith 
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