Shelved

She was a girl pretending.

An open void walking.

Starry eyed, believing

in story-book endings.

 

But she was alone.

Alone.

Inevitably so.

 

The best chapters unwritten,

her binding frayed to snow,

she was shelved wisdom in fragile casing;

though she saved each fragment,

grateful for the bones

that held the pages.

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