to see something else broken,
and then to feel your own cracks.

the shattered lines that form the distinction
of me vs you.

Coronary arteries, ******* ****
like smokers ******* cancer sticks.
All pulled apart to find
that gorilla glue is thicker than *****

what connection is there in falling apart?
When the pieces are but a farce

apt at choosing word

inept at choosing

faking everything

in hopes that maybe,
when it feels,
I can go from there.