Jagged Pieces
with my face stale from tears,
my mind collapses.
like ice resting above a
running river
when it gets stomped on,
degraded,
clawed at.
it shatters.
jagged pieces remain,
sharp with
fear.
fear of more pressure being added;
fear of collapsing completely.
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