separatedA Poem by Emily
hitting the cement, landing on my feet,
breaking my legs as I lie here, staring out only seeing in bone marrow draining drip, drop, splash, pool coagulation this is the bottom the foundation. the inside out one way or another - more stubborn than my unbreakable will. suddenly I detach and become aware watching the watcher... it's all rather funny because it's unlabeled nothing, yet A cell in my fracture. © 2015 Emily |
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Added on April 30, 2015 Last Updated on April 30, 2015 Author |