The earth beneath her feet was
shaken to its core.
It tattered, and it tore.
Rent into a thousand pieces,
all askew.
Never, not ever could she be
whole again,
or seamless,
or free.
No.
Not now. Not ever.
Not
without thee.
This was another Magpie inspired poem. Check out the great writers at:
http://magpietales.blogspot.com/2011/02/mag-54.html
Thanks Willow.
