Fragmented

He spits words 
in random storms,
that pierce
 like shards of broken glass
carelessly splintered from the past
bearing no resemblance
to their former truth.
 
salt water bleeding from her eyes
she lays deflated
—not from loss or sadness
for her heart has long been frozen —
but from the weariness 
of a battered soul
tired, oh so tired 
of the fight to stay afloat

and the crystals falling 
'round her feet
leave footprints going nowhere
on a path to who knows where
and she shuts her eyes and wishes 
it would all just melt away


 
 
october 2005





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