i am scattered everywhere
from fingers tips that bend, to toes that curl.
i am sleeveless in my journey, that everyone who touches me causes my bones to shatter
i am a swollen sore that won't leave
i am scattered pieces no one bothered to pick up and put away,
the dust no one bothered to dust.
i am a broken jar, i am a missing piece.
i am tangled parts that can never be untangled,
i am scattered everywhere, and nowhere at once.
Jul 27, 2013
Jul 27, 2013 at 7:57 AM UTC
i am scattered everywhere
from fingers tips that bend, to toes that curl.
i am sleeveless in my journey, that everyone who touches me causes my bones to shatter
i am a swollen sore that won't leave
i am scattered pieces no one bothered to pick up and put away,
the dust no one bothered to dust.
i am a broken jar, i am a missing piece.
i am tangled parts that can never be untangled,
i am scattered everywhere, and nowhere at once.
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