Tissue Paper

Delicacy of purest white
Crisp and virtuous the smooth façade
Brilliant bliss in splendid form
Sheer and light and devoid of scars
A tiny tear
The smallest crease
Beginning there and slowly spreading
Losing lustre from inside out
The purest from falls apart
Pitiful and wretched
Shaken, torn and empty
The slashes deep, the stains are blood
The secret heart is lost
In an instant
It’s ripped asunder
Twisted and shameful
Once full of life
The pathetic form quivers
Caught in the winds
Time the healer heals no more.