"You Weren't Happy There, But Are You Here?"

Work for a penance,

in search of

approval from 

your over-lord

manifested in forms quite

familiar to the naked

eye

but even more so

to the veiled

you.

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traces of your

innocence

drip red

from the sharp blades

of the oft 

ignored and unkempt 

grass outside that door

as if it were 

the dew

formed

on the morning

he fled.

on the floor,

his victim.

the bearer weeps,

not because 

of the coercive clout

but because she's

no stranger

to the incision

of broken glass

dispersed.

she too

bleeds

of affliction;

both daughters

of broken

homes alike.

mince

with precaution,

shattered pieces

lie within

each step.