Inside Out

Being broken into little pieces on the inside
but held together by the outside
and still walking around like nothing’s wrong.

Nothing is wrong
cause nothing has changed.
The break was a long time ago
it’s just a case of holding together the outside
so the inside doesn’t leak out onto the floor
at my feet, my heart pooling around me
while I stand there in a daze just watching.

Just watching.
It’s enough for now though,
wrapped in cotton and cloth
and whatever else I can find.

It has to last but heaven’s I’m tired
the edges are cracking, I must admit,
it’s wear and tear, I’m worn and torn.

Just a little longer.
Just a little more.


octpowrimo – Day Twelve

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