There is a lacework of cracks in the sidewalk pavement
And there are curved claw marks angrily imbed in her skin.
Streaks of salt water run down a red face from her eyes to her lips
As chewed up fingernails dig furiously deep into her flesh.

An ever increasing weight is placed inside her chest
As she slumps down under the infinite burden of nothingness
Filled to the brim, overflowing with unfathomable emptiness
Behind her lies shards of broken glass and torn up photographs

Random glimpses of incomplete images scatter the worn down ground,
A vision of a slim, pale hand with long, capable fingers laced in her own
Partial images of what could have been, and dreams that so easily
Could have come true, just a missed opportunity away from happiness

As she wanders down this sidewalk, her eyes never leave the ground
She watches the greenery between the cracks fade away to grey
And tries not to step on them because they mirror those in her heart
Her hands, with nothing to hold, dig gnawed, stubs of fingernails into flesh