This fragile glass has cracks,
You can hear the fear,
She tried to halt it in its tracks,
But it’s crystal clear, it’s way too near.
Splintered glass plummets to the ground,
Sharp fragments line the floor,
The scene soon turns into a battleground,
It chilled her to the core.
Plunging into her skin,
Vicious, wicked and sly
It laughs with a gruesome grin
Inside she let out a cry
It didn’t take long for the glass to splinter
It only took just one crack,
But that was enough to convince her,
The demon inside was back.
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About the Creator
Chloe McCauley-Minogue
Hi! For me writing poetry is the best release and relief from mental health. Living with mental health can be hard but writing gives me that power back. A big part of my life is my dog Henry he gives me so much happiness 🐾🐾🐾
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