Dejection

Cinnamon stares like wishes blown eastward and stained on your skin Well chosen words like aching from depths to your heartbeat akin Glass shattered sound like armies entrenched holding hands 'round your soul Tears, golden tears like locusts still pulling the shade on the girl Wistful embrace like haphazard thoughts under wood to ignite Shoulders sunk low like a battle completed before there was fight Shaking stick legs like matches too thin to support their own flame Stricken with grief like infectious disease nibbling away at your name Silver bit hands like frost on the world in a film, super glued All this and more like the hollowed out frame which was once called a girl.