"Fractured"
Stretch marks across,
My upper-thigh,
A road map of my,
Growth as a woman.
The world will break you.
It is only a matter of time.
We are all fractured.
I paint the crevasses gold,
In an ode to the perfect me,
The me of history.
I am kintsugi,
Repurposed in the flames.
Copyright 2017 Felicia Malone
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