Rupturing
I fear I am breaking
Something inside me swells
and cracks
Tears and harsh words
drip through my seems
I do not recognize parts of myself
Though plenty of effort and resources
have gone into repair,
wholeness seems more foreign
than destruction
Sunday 30th July 2017 4:59 pm
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