Tess Wiley Broken
it's hitting me. how far can it go inside of me?little
else that i can show.
running down my list of grievances to no one.
spitting out sweet relief for sour thoughts.
all that time i wanted nothing more
than this to turn out right.
but he and i left too many words unspoken.
i hide myself throwing dirt around.
soon i'll be snug inside this hole i've made.
running out of fingers i can point at him.
spinning down, when will i finally hit the ground?
hold it in, how long before i fold?
knock it down, watch how far the pieces go.
wear it out, run this thing into the ground.
pick it up, find out what it's all about.
