Broken Parts Nw - Poem by david gerardino
Theres a static in the air,
a charge or current, a smell
that makes you back away,
then blocks your entrance.
a moment of silence filled
with tears and dust. a pause
on a time peace, filled with
broken and dented parts.
a hit on the vien, a fall to the
floor, a walk in the darkness,
until your brave enough to open
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