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