Pieces

I see only pieces of myself.

Finger nails; bitten.

Words written across skin.

Ink bleeds; scars make tributaries.

Broken capiliaries, red.

Take bread; the flesh.

This is not a fresh perspective.

A perspective change.

Rearrange your reflection.

I see only pieces of myself.

Swollen lip; hit.

Pit in the stomach.

You made me a kaleidoscope.

Blurred images; look like past.

All passed-by.

It might have been you.

I heard; you spoke.

You broke me.

I see only pieces of myself.