When She’s Broken

She ripped the dangling piece from her chest
And stored it with the others
The fragments he’d shattered varied in size
In shape
In places broken from
She shoved the shards away, careful not to self inflict
Again
His words were daggers but her thoughts were bullets
And it was hard to protect herself from her and him
The bits of her that remained hung crooked
Jagged edges forming her delicate frame
Scarred and scared she had pieced together her remnants
A puzzle missing pieces
And returned what was left of her to him
A target across her heart