It was whole, once upon a time.
Those days of Kings and Queens,
and dragons we would bind.
Blinded by the imaginary
not living in reality.
Living off the words that were spoken
delicately said as if not to be broken.
But the supply was cut off, by accident she first thought,
and into the lies she had now bought.
At first it was numb, no feeling, just full of stricken awe.
Cracks then raced and blood did seep
and her heart together could not keep.
She gasped for air, but none could be found
and piece by piece she felt herself tear.
Now paralyzed, completely frozen
for her to bear so much was rare.
Eventually she gathered little air,
but not enough time to regather her thoughts
and remember the familiar feeling of suffocation.