In the kitchen

Something crashes

My mother swears

My older sister is on the defensive


I pad into the dining room

The shards of a broken glass

Remind me of times

I'd rather forget


Bloodstained razors

Swim past my eyes

Safety pins

Standing up in supple skin


But I push it away

I will not think

Of the hurt I used to need to feel

The hurt that made me whole

The hurt that showed

I was in pieces.

The End

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