fragility

i'm afraid i'm made

of tissue paper

pull me gently and i'll

t e a r

my bones are shaky

skeleton hysterics; jumpy

slide out of my skin

body; a wax candle

a beautiful fragrance but

i won't survive the melt

emotions, a chipped teapot

lovely and porcelain but

pour too fast and i

s p i l l

dancing with wooden feet

leaving on my knees

hold myself together

slipping through my fingers

s e e p

spilling and pouring

myself; a puddle

my very first comfort

you and the mop

Something small, insecure and anxious, but freely written. If you liked this poem, check out some of my other similar works:

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