i shatter with the slightest nick
a vase teetering on the edge
waiting to spill over, the next avalanche.
i bruise with the wind:
my attempts never severe enough.
maybe i want to be saved,
maybe i've already given up.
the tide holds no grudge against the moon for dragging it.
Mar 14, 2025
Mar 14, 2025 at 11:47 PM UTC
i shatter with the slightest nick
a vase teetering on the edge
waiting to spill over, the next avalanche.
i bruise with the wind:
my attempts never severe enough.
maybe i want to be saved,
maybe i've already given up.
the tide holds no grudge against the moon for dragging it.