Cracked

  I never feel whole
I feel like a jumble of stained glass shards, wrapped tightly in string
Any small strain of my broken mind causes my control to snap
And then I’m falling again
Eventually I grind my resolve to dust and blow it into the wind with a single haggard breath
The shuddering in my lips drips down to coat my shriveled heart, hardening it before I throw it up against my rib cage
I beat my heart until it remembers to keep me alive 
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