My mind is heavy armor.
A constant between the variable
of sharp objects
and blunders.

I am weary in this world.

I am alone in this folly,
undetectable when menaced,
slighted when carried.

But carry me.

Every silence is a full collapse.
A breaking of small, beloved things.

©2013 Jessica Stephenson All Rights Reserved

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