I am a jigsaw of broken glass
Each piece on the verge of reach
My fingertips graze the razor edges
Leaving me with
The wounds of wanting
The scattered shards
Reflect strange faces
All me, and none
If the fragments came together
Who would I see?
Am I glass or a mirror?
Perhaps my surface
Will always show cracks
Reflecting something true
Perhaps knowing myself
Was always going
To draw blood
About the Creator
Mina Carey
Self ๏ปฟproclaimed weirdo, collector of hobbies, creator of worlds and hunter of mysteries. Let's find our new hyperfixation together.
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