Better Broken

If broken shards fit me better than whole souls,
Then be it,
If messy glue holds me closer than glossy corners,
Then I’m glad,
I didn’t grow forwards,
There were twists and turns,
Each root tripped me,
Gasping breath beneath the grunged dirt,
Shattered.
Yet,
With my tears are tainted with colorful glitter and dark smears.
I’d so rather them be pure.





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artistinda-Lonelily said...
Nov. 22, 2012 at 10:19 pm
This is beautiful. I don;t know why this isn't published in the magazine... I love the format- the technique you use- the discription. Amazing words. :)
 
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