Broken In My Own Wholeness

~ an unlove poem ~

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Cleanse yourself

cleanse yourself

what,

cleanse my own perfection?

All I am not,

you want

when

in your own

crumbled edifice

lie tired counted hours.

To purify perfection?

It’s mine to keep.

I was broken.

Yes, broken,

broken

but in my own wholeness.

Dendrites

in my palm

come from a world

you unvisited.

Mistaken sir,

you are mistaken.

A disfigured hunger

lopes inside you.

Fire-like words

are not your redemption

only my betrayal.

Betrayal!

Bitter smiles the day

as sharded jugular

snakes around

then shatters onto