Fragile - Savannah S. Miller

I fell in love with a boy made of broken glass

Bound together by chicken wire and

Bid to stay upright by those who call on Sundays.

I begged him to let me in but there was no in to find

Barely some pieces having cracked to expose

A cavern where his heart may have been.

I begged him to let me love him but

He doesn’t know what the word means

Desecrated definition defiled by pretty girls before me.

I fell in love with a boy made of broken glass

And even though I wasn’t the one to break him

I still felt the shards when I held his hand.

As I felt my blood run down my fingertips

I tried not to notice but still

There is a—

Drip

Drip

Drip

—a pool of me at his feet.

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Savannah S. Miller (she/her) is a writer, creative, and converted Memphian. Her work has been published by Ambidextrous Bloodhound Press, Silent Spark Press, and Future Publishing House. Read more at savannahsmiller.com.