Fragile Fine Porcelain

Fragile Fine Porcelain

Emily Holmes

I'll pretend I'm doing

all I can since

you seem to kick

me while I'm down,

making my heart wail

and shatter like fragile

fine porcelain. My

head knows not what

to do when you

step on my already

broken dreams, which

fly into the twinkling

lights of the darkness

where the lost

angels dwell. You rattle

my skeleton and creep

under my skin. My brain

feels like a dentist

shoving a drill deep

into my ear.

It hurts when you

dot dot dot. Acting

like a child crawling

under the covers

hiding from your insecurities,

becoming a mime,

blaming me for the

eerie silence that erupts

over the shadows.

Let the tears fall

from your deep oceans

and hold your breath

under the water.
Apologizing is as useless

as prescription drug commercials.

S-O-R-R-Y for every little

thing you do.

I want to scream

and shatter the windows

into little diamonds.

You left that poison

dripping on my lips

hoping I would fall

under the spell you

once learned to cast.

I wish it was

as simple as throwing

water onto your torso

to cause me to

forget that last embrace.

Life moved too

fast. That was our

downfall. Don't treat me

as if you never

whispered those three words.

You reply with unnecessary

remarks just to throw

salt into the open

wounds you have carved.

I wish you had

learned how to think

before pressing the send button.

Before terrorizing me in

my dreams with words

that echo in my

ears every time I

hear the mention of

your name. I wish

every minute wasn't a

failure. Every word wasn't

a knife. Every step

wasn't on a crack.

But nothing matters anymore

since our world is

only a tiny speck

of dust living on

top of a clover.

I'll let the wind

carry us above the

salty waters. I'll smile

into the rose and

pumpkin orange sunset,

breathing in the crisp

warm air of

the glistening waters. As

the mist brushes my

cheek. My eyes shut

and let me be

at peace with the

surroundings. Letting me forget

the terrors and heart ache

I've faced. I feel

warm and fuzzy inside.

Like a child opening

their first present

on a snowy Christmas

morning. I let my

toes dance softly

into the warm grains

of sand and lay

under the warm sun

as it tints my

skin with it's rays.

Everything happens for a

reason. I'll find out

that reason later after

my life story has

been written and

I'm cold in

the ground. I'll re-read

my life while laying

on top of my

cloud. But I musn't think

of that now. I'll

take life one page

at a time.