literature

Broken Things

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Literature Text

You throw your words
with a reckless abandon,
scatter them like glass beads
off a broken necklace.
Here I am,
prying up the floorboards to reach them.
I'd ask you to help me piece
it all back together,
but pride keeps
my mouth and sensibility
shut.

Your mother never taught you
to rebuild the houses you burned,
and your father thinks the best door
is a locked one.
We're trapped in this home,
the fire's getting hotter,
and futility sounds like
a knob that won't turn.

Not every ending starts with roses and kisses,
or stringing a necklace to wear it again.
Sometimes the story stops
with thick smoke and ashes,
leaving us wandering through
The barest foundations,
mourning for the closure
that we'd trade our souls for.
Don't you just love angsty dreams? In this particular one, I was singing this to myself while walking through a half-charred house while trying to repair a necklace I had made with my boyfriend's little sisters. Not a happy night in my subconscious.
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bridge-and-edward's avatar
Beautiful imagery. I love the feelings of pride and resentment I get when I read it, like I'm becoming the storyteller. You're very good at visually drawing in your readers.