torn, ripped to shreds
dreams, hopes, desires
burned by the fires of hell
consumed and turned to ashes
never to be dreamed again.
an empty vessel
battered, bruised, shamelessly broken
by others and
she, alone, suffers
weak from being consumed.
forgotten
except for when they need her.
she cries, but no one hears
and her tears dry on her forlorn face.
tears that wet the ash
of her yesterdays and tomorrows.
she becomes silent
awaiting the arrival
of her phoenix.
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