Fractured ware

We all sit under sheer
blessed minds
we hold so dear
closest still but closer near-
we fall under,
we appear,
she is whole
but we still peer
under lashes
we keep clear
she won’t know unless
we cheer
her words come
and we bleed air
we control the lips
and stares
she is us
of this we swear
she’s not split
just fractured ware.

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