Fragments

I don't take too many precautions when I lock pieces of myself away.

It's perfectly apparent (to us both) that I am perfectly transparent

to a certain kind of paranoia (that I left under the mat)

because it complements the grooves so firmly (so perfectly).

The pieces shatter easily when they're set free. (It's why I use a lock.)

I'm crawling to pick up the pieces left behind (behind you)

and trying to rebuild perfection out of broken shards

because (I'm scared to show you) I can't do anything else.

Sunday, March 09, 2008, 11:02 PM