Brokenness

you called me

to let me know

that you were fragmenting,

and I, being someone

who can fall apart

unprompted,

retrieved the sweeping brush

from the pantry

of horrors-

not even an ounce

of sanity

was salvaged

from the brokenness.

©Aaysid

“We die a little every day and by degrees we’re reborn into different men, older men in the same clothes, with the same scars.”
Mark Lawrence

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