Broken
Too fragile
for animation,
sentience,
breathing.
Inside walls
of bones
everything shatters,
infinitely.
A discovery of old roots
traps my present tense heart
which weighs a burden of foul words.
It has known too much-
it breaks at night
and smiles brashly
to the daylight
not showing its broken curves.
And that scale, sinking
wants to close
all entries and doors.
Letters to My Oldest Friend 