The girl without hands

The girl without hands*
by me(whatever)

The girl without hands,
she fell off the high wall,
like a humpty dumpty without wings.

She was laughing so gallantly,
nodding her head to the world
before her own mistake took her.

The skeleton in the grave below,
still lives and tortures her with its songs.

When she was older, she was unhappy
when she was younger, she thought she was happy.

The girl wearing the blind fold,
hiding the sight of her soul from those abusers
but no one understood, because she hid
and no one sought to help, for she disappeared.

It was purple, but no, it was pink
somehow it's become jumbled
her egg yolk and shell have shattered.

fairy tales are cruel,
and within them are meanings we have forgotten,
tales whispered to ourselves in the dark
when our emptiness overfills the room.

The girl without hands,
unable to hold, without breaking, a single beautiful word
a single beautiful thought
a single beautiful heart.

Are they connected?
I wish they were, I wish they were
the heart and soul,
maybe one could mend the other.

The girl without a heart,
is there a fairy tail as such?
For she lost her hands,
and everything slipped away
simply because she fell.

In a town of so many eggs
living and bouncing,
and learning to flap their wings
She's on the ground
walking behind everyone else. 

"Save me! Save me!"
she cried, behind her mask.
The girl without hands,
no one could hold her.