Fractured
by
VK Lynne
·
26 April 2020
Poem
No sudden moves-
Can’t let a shard slip.
The vessel is barely carrying
The puddle I call Me, and
This glue, this glue
Is imperfect.
It’s makeshift composition:
Wine and approval
Pounds and clicks
Crushes that put more cracks
In the glass growing cloudy
With fractures.
Sparkle when broken.
This beauty is my death.
And it’s all I have left to give.
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VK Lynne
VK Lynne is a writer and musician from Los Angeles. She penned the award-winning web series 'Trading on 15', and her writing has been published in Image Curve, The Elephant Journal, GEM Magazine and Guitar Girls Magazine. She has authored lyrics for three of her own solo albums and for the bands Vita Nova, stOrk, and The Spider Accomplice.
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