Broken


Her eyes, round and full

Golden in the sunlight

My reflection

Is that me

Within the vast darkness

A shadow

A glimmer

Hope


Her fur, soft and silky

Of earth tones and white

My flesh

Is it real

As fingers glide

A sensation

A shudder

Life


Her scent, clean and comforting

Of forests and flight

My life

Is it worth it

While I breathe it in

A reprieve

A sigh

Broken

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