Day 12 of 30

SHARD

Sometimes I am cracked glass
shards of splintering identity
and sharp reflection
of confusion

I am nervous enough to cry
I am nervous enough to shrink
to wrap myself in loose gauze
slide myself secretly
unsafely in someone
else’s pocket

If they dig for me
I will cut their fingers
They will bleed my fear
but I will drown

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