Lost Girls

Disenchanted with love,
I've fallen for logic--
Ready to take the world
piece by piece
and nothing more.
(maybe that's why we break mirrors)
My heart can only pump blood,
and cracking bones keep me cold
and alive in thought--
I've given up on all else,
a coward to face what has never
hurt me.
I tug at the threads of a flag
whipping in the wind
(banners hold too strong a meaning)
So I'll take my threads and other things
and be
a lost girl.