Split
SPLIT
there are two of me….
now
fresh new white
one
then again..
that torn
tained
yellow brain
t(w)oo
now and then
I’m sacked
blue & black
is that
three…?
painted tainted saint
living lie’s and grief
this fails the genuine
seal pain with metal
wired tin—pop!
and start again
what’s left of
that past tense
singular me
© Kim van Breda—12 September 2015
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