Becca, Tuesday's savior.

She saved you.
She sobbed afterwards and she saved you.

Aching behind her shadowed skin;
The smile that cracked her marble shell
into pieces of what is shoving her in the face.

It is your turn.
Saviors need saving and it is your turn.

Pick up the haggard pieces
to piece her together again;
Everyone is suffering beneath their diluted cloaks.
Save her from where she is headed
if no one holds her close
and reminds her of how things once were.

Find the cure.
She needs mending and you will find the cure.
Even if the cure is never finding it.

Allow her to walk without looking over her shoulder.
Fit the smile back on her trembling face.
Because she would do it for you. I know it.

You know it.