I prepared the gold wax to help you fix the cracks,
porcelain shattered from yesterday's ruckus.
Apparently, you didn't want me there.
and so I poured the hot wax on myself,
in hopes of sealing my own broken porcelain--
in hopes of fixing my broken self.
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Verses from a Broken Soul [poetry]
PoetryWe all have our personal demons, not the ones that lurk in the dark, but the ones that eat us up from inside. Ones that makes us question how okay are we despite being akin to a walking corpse; a waking vessel void of a soul. We all have the capabi...
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