Monday, February 14, 2011

Broken

I fell and scattered, shattered
into a thousand pieces
across the room,
and laid, waiting
for someone to put me back together.

No one came, but it’s all the same:
Mended or not
I’m now cracked
and incapable
of holding anything inside. 

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