Kintsukuroi*

I need a lot of gold paint

to fill in all the cracks

in this beaten up vase,

so the water doesn’t spill

and the flowers inside of me

can once again grow,

I need to form the mold

that makes me

into one piece,

I need to make myself

whole

because I’m sick

of the wind blowing

in all of the empty spaces

that cover my body

my bare feet

my lungs,

I’m tired of the sadness

and silence

that fills me up,

of the always present

nothingness

that consumes me,

until I'm no longer here

any sounds or words

the meaning of it all

lost on me

I need more gold paint

to fill the cracks

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