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
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About the Creator
Belle
I host unofficial challenges and enjoy writing microfiction and poetry.
ALL EYES ON RAFAH. 35k+ murdered in Palestine. 80k+ injured. 25k orphaned. ~10k missing/under rubble.
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Comments (3)
I love how you set an apologetic tone so effectively right from the opening lines
Gosh this felt super relatable. Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️
The images you create in this are out of this world! I love the prose broken up by single words. Such a beautiful poem!