Pieces of Pieces

Fragments.

Numerous razor shards scraped past a thousand nerve endings.

Where have I ever been whole?

Had to happen first

based on principles of physics

and the way I figure it

I can backwards work formulae

unravel chemical combustion and blast radius

rewind and retrace steps before incendiary stages

because fragments this strong come from story.

Encoded messages unconcerned with appearances

while unity screams hellfire with every jagged edge

searing pins without needles misery

but can’t locate source of pain.

I am stretched strewn across contradictory guidance

post consult with my doctor

who provides sufficient thought behind blank stares

after the MH pro forma tanks

“I’m not depressed,” I explain, “I am broken.”

Dismissive of my saga.

Cites absence of red flags with a “You’ll be fine.”

I trail chalk fragments screech across blackboard shrill.

Examine insides of cedar trees for triggering aromas that linger.

Feel for rocks and roots I must have played near as a child

Untaught beliefs about endlessness and the afterlife

and a oneness that has to be me

if only I can find it.

(Previously published by author on Simily)

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