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Unmended



I shed knives and tired growls
at the door, and seek
the warmth of your slumber.

Silver slivers slice throughout,
their permanence unhinging me.
Will I be pared, whittled to nothing?

Fervently, I will you to
shut your eyes to the earlier fray,
to see past the unmended.

Harbor what’s left of me, hold fast.
Pull me together in a steady clasp.
Align the pieces, all that I am.

Grasp my irregular wants.
Deliquesce and pour your heat
into me. Nestle me from within.

Meld the fractions gently, fortake
the bladed edges. Closer,
closer, beyond the steel tears.

Instead, you drowse on,
leaving me to break.



Many thanks to Dystopian Melody for the reading.
Written by Atakti
Published | Edited 5th Feb 2013
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