Let me hold one finger up
to your immeasurable worth
and shatter it,
sit in your pieces, count them aloud for you—
your burial slow, gradual, gentle in my words.
Curl but one finger out to my voice. Hear me crack.
Let me hold one finger up
to your immeasurable worth
and shatter it,
sit in your pieces, count them aloud for you—
your burial slow, gradual, gentle in my words.
Curl but one finger out to my voice. Hear me crack.
This reminds me of the poetry I wrote several years back.. when I was standing up against challenging men whom I dated…
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