Shards of jagged memory slice
sharp through foraging fingers
finding discarded pieces of pain
between the forgotten relics of kinder times.
Points pierce a blistered mind,
removing the splinters is agony;
the pull of each barb merciless in its wounding.
Digging deeper, the truculent fractures imply
rupture at further delving.
Blood drips onto gray striations
slides slick over senses; a red poison
robs will and numbs emotion;
when nothing expected disappointment
pays no call, penalties avoided.
Cannot afford this poverty;
must suture each severed nuance
pull together the rent heart's tatters;
love may lie bleeding but not dying
not while breath lingers in crenellated towers.
Tug free the slivers, brave the tremours;
tomorrow answers memory's questions.