A Thousand Pieces
First a crack
then a chip
until it is shattered
My body in pieces
of broken glass
left strewn and scattered
My heart was
sliced through like
butter on a heady night
Body now
Unrecognizable
Lifeless, with no more fight
This your punishment
You have
mastered your skill
In shock I am thrown
Bewildered and stunned
Left like roadkill
Abandoned to rot,
which is your desire,
as I am of no more use
Until you realize
what you have done
and you will call for a truce
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Prompts:
Broken - OctPoWriMo
Glass - WotD
Heady - FOWC
Butter - RDP
Body - Go Dog Go Cafe
Image by Juhee Bae from Pixabay
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Thank you so much 🙂💕
Oh this is Powerful.
Thank you so much 🙂💕
Welcome 🙂
Kick that one to the curb. Truce is only respite between battles… Good poem, Christine.
Ha! Yes 🤣 Thanks Lisa
You’re welcome.
Oh my, very strong…
Thanks Marian 🙂
A strong message.
Thank you! ☺️
You’re welcome 😉