365 Days of Poetry: Day Two-Hundred and Twenty-Six

she was broken.
scattered like shards of glass.
across a city playground.

there was no time to heal.
circumstance and faded people ground.
the shards into bits, disintegration.

this is where the thrown baubles go.
no longer needed, a dumpster.
not enough for their kind.

the dust went into everything.
unwanted, a small prickle under skin.
festering to infected wounds.

she is broken.
embedded now, no longer herself.
too many parts given.

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About June Faramore

Writer of fantasy, mainstream, and young adult fiction. Poet and sketcher. Mother. I read a lot and love cheese. Guitar playing singer-songwriter. I also enjoy stepping on the cracks in the sidewalk. View all posts by June Faramore

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