Inexplicably, I pull away
from life, slowly realizing
my heart, my soul, my whatever
is blocked, pulled from
its home, or shrinking
further inside of it; I cannot be
sure. It left without even
a small farewell. The uncomfortable
numbness slowly surrounds
until finally I gain
knowledge of its existence.

Now I wonder when
I broke my heart. I never knew
of its fragility; as if waiting
to break. Deep, dark secrets
ran to confront me as if
they had broken out of jail.

They demanded an audience
with the Porcelain Queen
herself, perhaps hoping
to set her free as well.