A small pebble of grief lodges into my skin
Splintering it, not yet cracked
A waft of sadness floats upon the splinter
Cracking my being
Working it's way from my chest, up to my neck, my face, my head
Down my stomach, my legs, my feet
My arms, my hands
Spidering it's way over my body
As though I am a marble statue hit with the mason's hammer
From this I shatter into pieces
Unrecognizable
I spew into the air
My sobs carry myself with the four winds
I shall never be whole again
Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 11:19 AM UTC
A small pebble of grief lodges into my skin
Splintering it, not yet cracked
A waft of sadness floats upon the splinter
Cracking my being
Working it's way from my chest, up to my neck, my face, my head
Down my stomach, my legs, my feet
My arms, my hands
Spidering it's way over my body
As though I am a marble statue hit with the mason's hammer
From this I shatter into pieces
Unrecognizable
I spew into the air
My sobs carry myself with the four winds
I shall never be whole again
Grief, such a shattering thing...
