like milk that had gone sour
and stale cakes
that lingered with the air too much
my soul   b  r   ea  k  s

into a hundred tiny crumb
that crumbles more.

your words,
fly like swords
and cut through
broken shards of my heart

and linger long enough
to leave me bleeding still.

no longer can I wish –
I could have waited
long enough to have
missed your promises

like mist
wanting only to dissipate.

イサベラ

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