Day Thirty-six – Pieces of you

pale face
colourless hues
caressing a fractured soul,

drowning by anchor
this caustic zephyr
feigns control,

but the sins reverberate
as the world weeps
for your loss,

fragments of you
abandoned, forgotten
left on the floor,

the pieces of you
need patching
and mending once more.

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