she was a puzzle
born with a piece
not constructed.
scarred and ruined.
impossible to correct,
when they couldn't
find the flaw within.
broken by hope,
kept by medicine,
she survived
but never lived.
---
Her Beating Heart
[13-05-2021]
YOU ARE READING
The Moon
Poetry── here's to thinking about the days went by, writing you, The Moon. [ a poetry collection | ongoing ] ⟶ angelus brooklyn
