Eggshell Heart

My darling, I must warn you
that my heart is an egg, and
I have glued it together since
the last time it was dropped.
You may claim it - you may
hold it in your hands, and
trace the mended seams with
soft, careful fingers - but
if you must put it down, do so
gently, for I fear no glue can
heal me from a second break.


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