Atomic Faults
Your cupped hands
held a globe, and
when your fingers
slackened,
I fell away to
darkness, feeding
on plankton,
gasping air
through a thousand
miles of sand,
the sadness thundered
against chambers
of my heart
threatening to
wash the flotsam
of me away
But I held fast
I am more than
chambers of flesh
and blood,
in the minute
particles that
makes up the magic
that is me
the cracks of my faults
splinter my nuclei
as I explode into strings
Copyright © Jayne Eggins | Year Posted 2010
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