broken glass under my skin
and i can’t crawl out.
the thought of you splits
me like moonlight,
like paper, blank and blinding.
trying hard to reconcile
the different parts of you.
her fingerprints have left evidence.
your body is a crime scene
and i am a casualty.
some things should be left
dead where they lie.
but you’ve returned
like Lazarus from the grave,
but i’m no healer and i
have lost all my faith.


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Poet. Photographer. Writer. Goddess. View all posts by ky

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