Each Scar Tells a Story
each borderline mirror,
broken fragments,
an open edge,
each missed edge,
every cut of missed intent
calls for hands of glass
sharp for loss, for splinters,
broken pictures and edges that
form a skin of red hills
that shapes and bleeds and
cries a trail of doors and loss
and all of this and less
tells a story
Copyright © Leslie Philibert | Year Posted 2017
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