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veins
which look like cracks
fragment her structure
that she tries so desperately
to hold together
because
she doesn't want them
to win again
jeer at the pool of blood
dripping from their
hands
the hands of
tick tock
don't even come close
to the hands which
once so openly
held her heart
only to
drop
it on the cold hard floor
scrape it against the pavement
throw it into the road
allow the tyres to run over
and over
and over
her bloody heart again
history repeating itself
as they laugh at her expense