Born as Humpty Dumpty
Searching for some kind of
Attachment she can bond to
But she is scrambled.
Kiss of death ignited
Fierce misfiring of
Flashbacks triggering the
Lightning splice through her brain.
Adrenaline floods her
Fight or flight, wanting to
Escape the big bad world.
She hides far, far inside.
Like lighting a lantern
In the blackest of caves,
She’s there... blackbirded and
Playing tag with her neighbors.
Find her.
Find them.
Hold them
Together.
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