Sidewalk Cracks
There is a lacework of cracks
In the sidewalk pavement
And there are curved claw marks
Angrily imbed in her skin.
Streaks of salt water
Run down a red face
From her eyes to her lips
As chewed up fingernails
Dig furiously deep into her flesh.
An ever increasing weight
Is placed inside her chest
As she slumps down under
The infinite burden of nothingness
Filled to the brim, overflowing
With unfathomable emptiness
Behind her lies shards of broken glass
And torn up photographs
Scattering the worn down ground,
A vision of a slim, pale hand
With fingers laced between her own
An image of what could have been,
And a dream that so easily
Could have come true,
As she wanders down this sidewalk,
Her eyes never leave the ground
She watches the greenery
Between the cracks
Fade away to grey
And tries not to step on them
Because they mirror those in her heart
Her hands, with nothing to hold,
Dig gnawed stubs of fingernails into flesh
