Clay & Paper Mache, 2019
I hear a tearing,I feel a rip.
A shot of pain catches my breath.
A familiar pulling,all sides wanting,
given till there is nothing left.
Ignoring the wound, leads to more soon.
Invisible but still cracked.
I'm supposed to just smile, supposed to fill awhile,
but my cup broke along time back.
I feel like a celebrity, but without the fame.
A mob pulling anyway they can.
I feel like taffy, but without the sweet tone,
Stretched till I no longer stand.