Porcelain fragility —
Her reflection shows
Dull scratches and fresh scars
Carved from the rusted tip
Of a poisoned tongue
Sheathed within bitter lips
That spent too long
Mimicking the language
Of restless inner demons;
Without intention
Vitriol drips,
A blackened filth

Between breaths
Of heart’s speech
Digging chasms
Within the rotting ivory
Of what was once whole
But the sweet
Lorem Ipsum
Of a peace and hope
No longer understood
Traipses the barren depths
Desperate whispers beckoning
In search of her still