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A poem by Jet and Vermin

Bitter son

Smothered daughter

Child of splinters

Born under a new moon

Quiet under the waves I contemplate without meeting your sleeping face

Skittering away from the implications

A centipede under a rock

I see you but I cannot know you

Cannot fathom your shape

It aches the way you hold my pain

I am the vessel

How dare I overflow

Gnawing my nails to the quick

What good is glue when it has no hold

The old bottle is scrapped nearly clean

Reality has fractured

And I with it

Little shard

I hold you at arms length and pray you come back to me

Before you wake

Please

God

Any god

Stitch me whole

Or if that is too much

Muffle that sound of splintering