pierced

picking out shards
distracted my heart
from stopping
if it didn’t hurt so bad
i’d say i was dead

dropping the vase
of our existence
awoke the sleepy promise
i heard you speak

forgotten by fog
hiding in neglect
under the weeds
of our memories
i placed inside

visit weekend wordsmith. this week’s prompt: sharp shards
photo: broken vase 3, ann brown photography

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May 20, 2008 / 12:40 am
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