The day is filled with cracks,
that spills into the evening
s h a t t e r e d eggshells
that can't be beared to be buried,
only placed carefully with the dried leaves...
A dog's fractured leg piercing the night air—
that still crumbles, since it remembers
...fragmented windows that still spill tears
Copyright © kabuteng P.iNk k. | Year Posted 2017
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