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