Fragile
I wear my breaking like shame.
Those sliver-shiver cracks
in my composure
a radiant Scarlet A.
But I am no adulteress.
No,
I am a
festering fissure
in the bedrock,
quivering when feet need me to be steady.
Soon I will break off
sink into the ocean,
and only regret will mark the empty waves.
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I love some anthropomorphism. Not hard as a rock, this speaker.
“Those sliver-shiver cracks”
” I am a
festering fissure
in the bedrock,”
Love the sounds.