Again

January 25, 2018

Crushed

Into fragile eggshells

I see this other self

looking out from here.

It doesn’t fit me

-my arms don’t fit the sleeves.

starting strong

The stumbling

turns to crumbling

as I try to slide over the bump

but end up at a cold standstill.

I come face to face

with myself failing

and pain forms a fissure

that becomes a crack and a tear

moving across out of control.

Old tapes play again.

Mistakes repeat and I become

the yolk.

Scattered broken

pitifully lost

and swallowed

under the sidewalk.

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