Stitches

She disconnected.

There's empty space,

Just broken mirrors on the floor.

What's real is what has been real all along,

But what's here is what's newly reflected.

She was extinguished.

Quieted.

What's behind her can't reach her anymore,

But there's still something burning,

Giving her shivers.

Whispers steal breath

Descending silently

Never to ascend again

Sorry, so sorrily,

Exposed.

She was so wrapped up,

She never noticed

She was there.

How did she ever get here?

Her bones are a mystery.

Flickering past.

Pieces placed together

Patches of pain

Pretend.

A gentle hand

Protect her

She needs you now

Breathe life

Breathe truth

Heal these stitches.