Cracked, unhealed, broken
pieces spread across a floor,
my statue. Disgraced goddess,
the medication nicks my arms.
Pretty lips and raining tears,
I’m already forgiven and I’ve
left. As the clouds cast hatred
and the rose petals fade I draw
my curtain. I sip on poison,
my mind fades to an insomnious
black. Let me turn off the light,
so the feeling of comfort induces
souls. Unreachable, erase blood
and scars, splattered skin to make
a perfect sculpture in the dark.
Deidre Grotbo
