Higher and taller

And knock them down

With a touch and a wisp.

As the bricks

Come tumbling and crashing around her

She’ll lick the blood that trickles out of the tiny scars

That add to the mosaic already drawn

Upon the history that defines

The story of her.

And as these scars heal

They add

To the deepening black aura

That seeps within.

So off she goes again

Gathering the chipped and broken bricks

Attempting to build up once again

Her barrier.

And every time

She tries to do this

The broken jagged bits

Cut into her fingers

Just that little bit more.

This story only has

A predictable ending

She wonders why she even bothers

To pretend to live it.

Why not just get to the end

And close the chapter

Once and for all.