You had told her no one will comes to claim the broken.
The shards of glass that flew when the Mirror refused to acknowledge her reflection
It was safe to fall, you had whispered across time.
All of her, sharp, blunt yet clear scattered across
The Land of Unkept Promises
She had glistened in the sun
Didn’t you know
Where they don’t keep promises
They claim the broken
They claim reflections
They robbed her of the comfort of breaking
The Messiahs that Keep fragmented selves