A Cold, Cracked Eggshell
My heart shattered glass
My eyes twin rain clouds
My sleeves wet rag cloths
My sobs persistent freight trains
My fingers frozen ice
My surroundings a blurry dream
I make the corners of my lips curve up for the people around me
Even though I myself is a cold, cracked eggshell
Only barely held together.
Copyright © Linda Xiao | Year Posted 2012
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