A cylclindrical clay cactus
Serves a unique purpose-
The cactus it contains
Sharply ****** at my
Fragmented emotions.

At this precise moment,
In my imaginary time zone,
The fine, sharp figures pierce   
My solemnity, and heighten my
Sprouting fear.

And so, I extract a finger, and
Unite the lonely  counterparts,
A sharp reminder that that the pain,
The loneliness, the frustration
Are real.

Amelia Blaska