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


6 thoughts on “pierced

  1. Nice stuff here. Maybe my favorite so far. Paints a good picture of how a relationship just decomposes itself!
    See you next Thursday.

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