A collection of bruises & scars I keep
Dark emotions locked inside a glass jar
A fragile keepsake made of memories
The one I hold dear away from creeping eyeballs & hands stained by dirt
O these clumsy hands of mine make a grave mistake
Eyes follow the relentless spirits at bay
I watch the pull of gravity in horror, the feel of interia burning my skin
The fall was epically horrendous, held in midair, falling at half the speed of motion
Upon the linoleum floor, a sickly crash was heard
A collage of emotions as it exploded with veracity
I felt weak as I surveyed the aftermath
& gently turned to get a kitchen broom
Misty eyes are stifled as anger is stuffed
Gritting my teeth as embarrassment seethes
Apr 7
Apr 7, 2026 at 4:41 AM UTC
A collection of bruises & scars I keep
Dark emotions locked inside a glass jar
A fragile keepsake made of memories
The one I hold dear away from creeping eyeballs & hands stained by dirt
O these clumsy hands of mine make a grave mistake
Eyes follow the relentless spirits at bay
I watch the pull of gravity in horror, the feel of interia burning my skin
The fall was epically horrendous, held in midair, falling at half the speed of motion
Upon the linoleum floor, a sickly crash was heard
A collage of emotions as it exploded with veracity
I felt weak as I surveyed the aftermath
& gently turned to get a kitchen broom
Misty eyes are stifled as anger is stuffed
Gritting my teeth as embarrassment seethes
blackcatpoetry 2026
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