Tin heart.A Tin locket heart swings from a barren tree branch.It bleeds memories and vacant hope, a dull grey ooze trickling from its crease. The branch towers over the land, a million miles high.She stands on the very tips of her toes, barely balancing on the uppermost step of the ladder.Desperate, she stretches and lunges for the tiny tin heart, until she topples and falls to the ground, broken.It hurts.She tries again.
Sta.sh
well better late than never. 