how broken does a vase have to be
before you try to fix it?
how many chips are too many?
I look in the mirror
and see a face like a doll painted poorly.
do you have a hammer?
I'm tired of porclain
I've been shattering for too long
its the holes that make me whole.
I'd like to be fixed, but you need to break me first.
take a knife to my bones,
and send me away with the broken boys
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Author:
distorted mikey (
Offline) - Published: June 12th, 2022 14:05
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
like that anchoring spine of imagery
and how you weaved your poem
around it, with such free flowing ease..
a wonderful poem, thanks for sharing
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