Photo by author: Veronica Wren
Sometimes I imagine
I’m that puzzle piece.
The piece someone inevitably spills juice on
Carelessly pinning me down
To the cold kitchen counter.
Leaving me just a bit too wonky
To fit where I should have been.
Unlucky, stained, unsalvageable.
The blighted piece to blame
For spoiling the pretty image.
About the Creator
Veronica Wren
Trauma sucks, recovery shouldn't.
Displaced survivor. Ex-cop turned activist researcher. Investigating abusive systems harming our health.
Forever wishing I could recover my old Vocal + account.
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