Forgotten

broken

completely, utterly broken.

these shards of glass I cannot hold

much longer

and they hurt

like an arrow in my chest

a shock

to my lungs

on a cold winter’s day.

this sharp intake of breath

 

draws my shoulders

and sketches a bell curve

from my head to my fingertips

like I’ve been

 

reduced

to a mere statistic

on your sheet of graph paper

in the back of your locker

…one…two…three…four…

that you never use

anymore

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