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the breaking has become my way of being
by Vikki Owensdont try to fix it
this broken
bleeding, sutured
crushed
oh, honey, hush,
dont try.
crying is the way i speak my name now,
and slowly down-turned eyes
is how i say i love you too.
the things you do not see
are the jagged pieces of me
that will work their way out
like broken teeth
over time.
the breaking has become my way of being,
the cracks and chinks and powder-fine
crumbling
has become me. 01/27/2012 Posted on 01/28/2012
Copyright © 2025 Vikki Owens
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 01/28/12 at 02:41 AM Every word of this is coursing through me right now, as I feel a little broken myself. A beautiful write, per usual, Vikki. |
| Posted by Jersey D Gibson on 01/30/12 at 05:00 AM "crying is the way i speak my name now"
That line gave me some chills. wow.
yer pal
Jersey |
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