Unfixable

She was known for
her cracking-plaster skin.
and her off-kilter rhymes.
And her fingers bent from writing
would grasp at any eyelash wish
that she could find.

Her tear-stained eyes
were hidden in dog-eared pages
of smudged scrawled manuscripts
that no one else would hear about.
And her ink-stained hands
searched for all the words
she could never say out loud.

She thought he could fix her
but she was breaking at the seams.
And when her self-induced nightmares
got murderous with her ripping core
all he could was scream.

They called her unfixable
and she guessed they were right.
And the cracks could only deepen,
on chipping faded plaster.
She thought he could help
[but he only broke her faster.]