she was broken.
scattered like shards of glass.
across a city playground.
there was no time to heal.
circumstance and faded people ground.
the shards into bits, disintegration.
this is where the thrown baubles go.
no longer needed, a dumpster.
not enough for their kind.
the dust went into everything.
unwanted, a small prickle under skin.
festering to infected wounds.
she is broken.
embedded now, no longer herself.
too many parts given.