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

 

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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