part of me

in my
shattered reflection are
the shards I’ve
long
protected,

jagged cuts held close
to me.

I whisper to
them as
they bleed,

both down my arm
and hardwood

until my
body
separates for
good
from heartbeat,

a curriculum too sweet for such
a series of events,

years past the
longing to
make sense

to brighter minds.

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