dark as night

there she was in the dark of the night
alone, cold, and broken.
nothing in her life seemed to fit the puzzle pieces.
all the curved and jagged edges would never come together.

The pieces became broken,
like her heart.
the pieces became useless it seemed,
like her life.

instead of building a puzzle
it was like she was ripping it apart.

with every piece she cut open
she watched the blood pour out
with every broken piece,
she felt something.

she felt alive.