Porcelain cracks
My heart is made of plastic
Earth will quake
Glass will shatter
Ceramic vases and statues falling to the ground and breaking apart
China plates will smash
Pieces scattering zillions of different directions
But me
Body will remain strong and unscathed
While others try gluing themselves back together in vain
Holding head in place until the shaking is through so the screws holding it on don't rattle loose
And I am not sure when this transformation occurred
It used to break often
After one too many beatings it evolved into this cold lump in my chest
Safe and sound regardless of who tries to destroy it
Dec 11, 2020
Dec 11, 2020 at 9:35 AM UTC
Porcelain cracks
My heart is made of plastic
Earth will quake
Glass will shatter
Ceramic vases and statues falling to the ground and breaking apart
China plates will smash
Pieces scattering zillions of different directions
But me
Body will remain strong and unscathed
While others try gluing themselves back together in vain
Holding head in place until the shaking is through so the screws holding it on don't rattle loose
And I am not sure when this transformation occurred
It used to break often
After one too many beatings it evolved into this cold lump in my chest
Safe and sound regardless of who tries to destroy it
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