Super-Glued

by Karen M. Raymond-Hart

red beads
strung along the edges
of fractured, shattered
personality

mirror broken
super-glued
with pieces missing

keeping secret
yet laying open
internal fault lines

wishing I could scream
instead I let
the razor speak

the sting and ache
replacing tears
I cannot cry
words
I cannot speak

should've
could've
always in the back of my mind

near death
behind and before me
no hope in sight

the red is quiet
no longer laughing
no longer speaking
except through blade-speech

failure even at THIS

deserve to die
or at least to live in misery

though I long for
normalcy

and red beads are strung
shiny, warm-wet-cool

2/3/2005