Fractures


The princess in the
snow globe bares her teeth at me.
Her perpetual
red smile chipped beneath a small
round wasteland of glitter and
murky water. That
oh-so-smug-smile saying "I
got it right. Did you?"
I want to break her, to drop
her and show her how empty
she is inside. I
want to hear her say "it was
not suppose to be
this way." I want her to cry
and beat her chest and fight for
a better world but
I don't and she doesn't. I
leave her in the world
of uneven light hiding
the truth and she smiles at me.
And I smile at her.
Both lost in a dream of
what is and what could
be. The truth is in the cracks
it is in our fractured smiles.

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