Broken

It broke me then, that thing
But I did not feel the
Snapping, I was numb.

It was when I lost my self
And looked
I found the bones exposed -

All the pieces lying.
I realised I was not whole:
A mere jumble-bag

Of fragments,
Little broken bits
Of person,

Little chips of soul -
A Lalique glass
Of inestimable worth

Unique
Shattered
Irreparable

All pieced
All blue and dying.

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