The fractures of my core are visible
for the world to see.
Yet it isn't.
Yet the fracture that causes those
scars to
cause my head to hang low
my eyes to know the cracks on the ground
for my lips that should be moving
to be frozen in place
The hands that tremble in the sight of another
the quivering cage in which holds my heart about
to bust open
knows no mercy.
The fracture gave birth to my demons
My demon stole my ablity
to say Mercy.
Please Mercy.
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150 things I never said
PoetryA book of poetry as the title 152 things i never said to a friend or a stranger @Wishing_Angel made the cover. It's beautiful
