
you could say
i’m rough around the edges;
i’ve broken bones
and had tubes put into my body.
i’ve bled and i’ve wept;
i’ve spilled my contents,
and cleaned it back up.
my canvas has tattered seams
and strings detached
showing where i have been
separated from myself.
i must remember that these pieces
aren’t gone;
they have just found a new way
to be complete.
-rough around the edges
About the Creator
emilie
twenty one
i will always be the shadow above your bed.
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