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Heroine

I scuttled to work
In thoughts of my own
Eyes scanning the skies
And traipsing the floor

I was suddenly stopped
Overwhelmed by the visions that came
I had come across a heroine

In the next few steps
My stomach dropped
Breath taken back
The open thoughts lost
As I realised
Realised this

The heroine was gone
Lost down the track
To the split in the crack
The rush that pulled her
Lured into routes unknown
Puller her astray

She was cunningly told
She could be taken places
Where all would be solved
Presented to her in an instant rush
Now held between the last charge and the resolve that never came
She separated from the soul held beneath
Laying there broken and crushed
Chewing at raw cheeks
Without life's blush
With teeth rooted into bleeding gums
Behind parched lips
No longer with strength to feel love
Or gently seal a kiss
Our heroine was stopped in her tracks
She had fallen
​Taken by the crack
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