Face to Face

Cracked, shattered pieces on the floor.

Pick them up, fall back.

Hands pitch black.

Stained from all the mistakes,

Not a minute for a break.

Keeps her awake.

In the emptiness of the night,

She wonders if things, will ever be alright.

-M.Fernández

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