My Fragments

A current passes through me,
as skin kisses my flesh.
My bones ache, I wait for the fall.
It torments, hollowing me within
Creating the space, holding my spirit.
My fragments fall in place,
my wails echo back.
I walk with nails, dangling from pores.
A shrill pain passes through me
and I fall in an empty space.
_Sidra

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