She stood in front of the boxes and bottles
They looked so pretty
Hopes and Dreams
Almost healed
Almost ready to fly again
She took each bottle and box
Examined it carefully
And let go
Shards of glass and crystal
Flew everywhere
Dreams and Hopes lay on the floor
Limping
With half developed wings
Trying their best to escape
She laughed cynically
She could see things clearly now
Time does not heal
She grabbed the biggest shard of glass
It cut her
One by one
She stabbed Hopes and Dreams
Repeatedly
Hopes and Dreams dissipated
She stabbed herself
