2023.11.17

Swords stuck around the caged ice-cold heart

Recalling the joy I felt when I believed in proving something was worth

Claiming a broken vase was okay to put together than let it shatter

That was different.

But I realized the cracks on the vase never stayed put

They were hanging by a thread.

Spreading out so thin

That is when the clock stroked

The transparent vessel made a choice

Said goodbye and broke.