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prickles & shards

In by Poncie on May 29, 2012 at 11:52 pm

my skin is covered in more prickles

than you can count on a cactus

and a tougher shell than the coconut,

the one your hammer could never splinter.


but my insides are a sort of hollowness,

compartments of air separated by a fractal

fashioned from blown glass,

the etched orbs on trees at christmas,

or lightning struck sand.


when you hurl my shape at the ground

my outsides don’t show a scratch

or a dent from first impressions of the pavement.


but the concavity within is filled

piles of shattered shards

sharp on the edges and

swept neatly to the sides.


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