Broken Pieces

Pitter, patter as mirror shards Rain down on the porcelain sink Looks like star fragments and dust Mixed with splatters of blood From the hand still pressed Against where my reflection was -Kel Dayheart

Skin Deep

We dig deeper and deeper And still do not find Ourselves under the chaos Maybe there was nothing To find to begin with -Kel Dayheart

Certified Crazy

I'm walking into madness With silence all around me All I want to do Is shout and scream Until the men in white coats Come for me -Kel Dayheart

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