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Pieces Of You

I have learnt where the pieces go by now.

I have the blisters to show

how many times I rebuilt your spine,

and added reinforcements to the vertebrae,

only to pick up the fragments

when it inevitably snapped and shattered

onto the floor again.

There are splinters of bone beneath my skin.

The bits of you that became too sharp,

that became too much like thorns

to bear them in your own sides.

I let you turn my fingers into bramble thickets

and plucked out all the edges

of careless words hurled in your direction

when all it really took was a whisper

to knock you down from the scaffolding

and my arms around you were no real protection.

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Poem For The Daily Prompt: Rebuild

 

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Carol Forrester is a twenty-three year old writer trying to be a better one. Don’t ask her what her hobbies are because the list doesn’t get much beyond, reading, writing and talking about the same. She has a 2:1 BA degree in history from Bath Spa University and various poems and stories scattered across the net. Her flash fiction story ‘Glorious Silence’ was named as River Ram Press’ short story of the month for August 2014 and her short story ‘A Visit From The Fortune Teller’ has been showcased on the literary site Ink Pantry’s. Most recently, her poem ‘Sunsets’ was featured on Eyes Plus Words, and her personal blog Writing and Works hosts a mass of writing from across the last five years. She has been lucky enough to write guest posts for sites such as Inky Tavern and Song of The Forlorn and is always open to writing more and hosting guest bloggers here on Writing and Works. With hopes of publishing a novel in the next five years and perhaps a collection or two of smaller works, Carol Forrester is nothing if not ambitious. Her writing tries to cover every theme in human life and a lot of her work pulls inspiration from her own eccentric family in the rural wonders of Shropshire life.

6 Comments

  1. Your descriptions are wonderful and striking.

    “There are splinters of bone beneath my skin.

    The bits of you that became too sharp,

    that became too much like thorns

    to bear them in your own sides.” ~> I love these lines!

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