My blood froze; his smile widened.
The fridge contents killed my passion.
Pretty shoes; raw heels, blistered toes.
On-line bullying. Real life consequences.
Stolen moments, sweet nothings, broken heart.
“Finally,” he said, “I’ve found you.”
In solidarity, the clock stopped ticking.
Suddenly, the doll’s eyes sprang open.
A signed name; a sealed fate.
Broken shoe, broken cheekbone, broken spirit.