Shattered

Poetic
Somewhat
That I open my purse
In the supermarket
Or at home
And out fall tiny pieces
Broken glass
Fragile and delicate
Like my very being
Using a finger
Pressed down flat
To lift and hide the piece
Before anyone sees 

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