Arbitrary

Fracture

She drowns her emotions within herself. Compressing yet growing the pain.

As precious as vintage wine, she couldn't just open up to anyone, who was to guarantee her essence wouldn't be wasted.

Years of being thought of as mere water, stained with filth, has formed
Cracks within her.
The slits grow further and further and yet
The gleaming gloss of her bottle looks radiant.

Dust that falls on her like depression, he tries to sweep away and bring out her brilliance.
For years he has tried to look after her, dusting away her pain
Oh so innocent to her fracturing soul, seething with sorrows.

When a fracture has broken to the surface, belated it will be
Her whole existence will seep through her disintegrating glass and all he can do is
Watch in pained horror.