Cups and Saucers

by alder3049

Sophie Foster...the name stirs memories. It was fun, the ones who were close to her said. It was the peak of life. But now it's all over, isn't it? Sophie Foster's dead. She shattered like porcelain. Like those cups and saucers that used to be on her windowsill. But will she stay that way?

I'm falling.

I'm falling, but I can't look down.

Everything that seemed wrong

Has suddenly changed

And I'm seeing my life

Through another face.