PAIN
Can you hear that?
It is the sound of my heart breaking, again.
Like the arctic ice shattering
Or a fine crystal glass hitting the floor.
A thousand small shards shooting into darkened corners
They will be gathered and fitted jigsaw-like together
Bound tightly with tape
Only a few small pieces missed, unseen.
And my brittle smile will hide the piercing pain
As each tiny shard puncture internally when I move
Rupturing life, seeping blood, killing me quietly.
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