Fragments of the Broken
to me,
my laugh sounds like nails on a chalkboard
a fork scraping a plate
a baby screaming
a ceramic vase shattering
with every shudder and shake of my shoulders,
a shard of ceramic pierces my throat
over,
and over,
and over again,
until i am physically unable to let out another sound
and my body is just the shell containing a little girl
who just wants to laugh again
to express her joy again
without being pierced by the fragments of the broken
Copyright © Ziya Momin | Year Posted 2025
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