A Journal of Lyrical Grit, Prose Poetry, Short Fiction & Noir Photography
wish I could say
you broke my heart
in all the wrong places
but that’s not true
I broke my own heart
in all the right places
I have to break it
again
& forever
to find sudden beauty
in shattered things
that is one crevasse
I will never mend
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