Fragments

Fragments of a broken heart lying on the floor
awkwardness, mincing around
pretending its not there
The tender blush, the velvet rose, the painful kiss
Wash your hands of this mess
Scrub it from underneath your fingernails
It has stained your skin, a tattoo of debris
All swords have two edges

Morphine comes in feminine packaging
A quick fix. That’s all. Love junkie
Glass walls shatter easily when the floodwaters press against them.
Don’t cut yourself on the pieces
Blood comes too easily when it blossoms on the floor
Fill up on something else.

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