Fractures.

She's too focused on her glass slippers
To notice she has hairline cracks in her forehead
Hidden underneath a jungle of auburn hair,
Where her most disguised digusts are evident,
But however are seldom seen.
She muses about her past experiences,
and then she monitors her course into nothingness,
This is her curse,
A blanketed wound that would hinder most
Will reinforce her character,
and in the end when the opening begins to ooze forth,
Nothing can stop her emotional spiral
To a downward paragon where everyone laughs,
And squirms in their seats to adjust their televisions to the proper channels,
And while the radio announcer dissects her faults,
she will overcome them,
Even as she nears death because of a massive loss of self,
In the end you can't begin to understand her,
But you can see why,
Why she focuses so much of her attention her fragile shoes,
Because all she has to do is peer,
Peer into herself,
and break into pieces,
She studies the fragility of things in hopes of one day,
Being able to reconstruct her whole....