Common And Fragile - Poem by Robin Bennett
O' how increasingly fragile
Shattered depression glass
cuts deep into thin skin
I'm blanched, lacking layers
and oh so common. Even a glass
slipper is no cure, only a false
dimension of hope.
Banish the mirrors, soon to become
her own pile of shards. My weakened
reflection now stares back from the
pieces on the floor. I sweep away
the carnage under the rug.
A symphony of souls have led me
to this point. After years of hidden adjectives
and flash fights, I believe the hype.
I'm dandelion common, Danica Flora fragile,
haunted house frightened, and deadly alone.
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