Cracked

On and off.
On and off.
Wet beady eyes
And face lit by phone light.

Foot steps over my head.
Foot steps on my head.
Shattered glass under my feet
Broken heart can never be fixed.

Cold air blew through the broken window,
Warmth walked out the open door.

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