Fracture.

I am broken

So I break things.

Splinter them,

Pierce myself.

Over and again

I imagine myself

Whole.

Glistening and adored.

And for a moment

The edges dull

And I fade away.

But I stumble

And break

Or else I crack myself.

There is a pretty, peaceful pain

In seeing myself made

And unmade.

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