All that’s left

You

Pulled

out my glass-heart,

Cracked

my solid brain,

Took

my skin, a new cloak,

Stole

my potions,

my emotions,

Tore

my face,

a once beautiful mask, into something hollow,

Used

my muscle,

Snapped

my bones.

and

All that's left

is

something

broken.

A shell.

A hollowed out

glove,

cave,

version,

of

myself.

23.7.2020