Splintering hard skin Ripped across the nail—severed Pieces of me now dust
Head thumping with heart. From fuel to distraction. Hearing myself think.
“During midnight skies, I watch the moon fall out of love with the stars.” – Unknown Like a painting, I was unfinished. And you like to start projects, but not ever complete them. Until my frontal lobes developed–until I was a fully completed sculpture, I could not finish this poem. Confusion of that time stuck […]