where do i go?
it scares me
i can turn off my lights
stare into nothing for hours
perfectly discontent.
i am still broken
the pieces of me aren't connecting.
they lay in a short circuiting array of shatters
bright against a dark floor
illuminating a piece at a time
flashing brightness into
an empty stare
heart beats
eyes blink
no sound
quiet breath
in and out.
i sit alone
beautifully broken.
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