Shattered,
scattered,
blast patterns of pieces.
Shards of glass
in the grass,
needing a compass to find them.
You come back,
with your heart of black
to attack me again.
YOU ARE READING
Little Nothings
Poetry***STUNNING COVER by @Repulsify, as commissioned through @InkCommunity 's Artlink Station!*** Things speak to us in different ways. For some, it's a small voice in our minds. For others, it's the things around us, weaving words into succession for s...
Shattered
Shattered,
scattered,
blast patterns of pieces.
Shards of glass
in the grass,
needing a compass to find them.
You come back,
with your heart of black
to attack me again.
