Breakable

Breakable Glittering, shimmering were the pieces And the passers by breathed "Oh Jesus" Surrounding her was her skirt, with blood-stained creases

Slowly, slightly into well worn grooves Surviving, striving hard, life moves Moves past her, past the bright change that was strewn loose

A stream through the thick A pall that shades over everything, a sudden flick When the angel was swept away by a demonic lick

Struggling as we are unable To overcome her same fate, her line finally stable Life’s precious, and it can flip, it’s breakable.

This poem was inspired by a deviation made by ilessthan3you. Gave me these thoughts and so I just let ramble. There was more, but thought that this itself was quite unsteady.