“It always ends this way.”
She says,
holding the shards and slivers.
She’s cut her hands again,
deep,
down to the bone.
Wounds that will heal,
eventually.
“I guess that’s what I get
for touching things.”
She laughs,
despite the pain.
Blood stains her legs
and runs down to the floor.
Every action,
has and equal
and opposite
reaction.
So, I can’t say she’s wrong.
She’s gonna do it again,
almost as soon as she’s able.
Stitches and bandages
are only gonna hold on
for so long
before she breaks them.
She just can’t help herself.
She wants to be held
and hold the whole world
in return.
She’ll reach out again
and grip the Earth too tight,
and it’s gonna shatter
in her hands,
over and over again.
HG – 2020
