To Tort

I locked you in the mirror for so long

I've come to believe my soul stop by the Sun

all the little pieces of falling and shatter with shards of me

is too sharp to put back together

and it's too small to matter

and thick enough to cut me down a little pieces

and if I try to  tort

take a breath and try to draw from this road

and then againe refused me typical of like a starving child

and I can't stop the apart of Wonders

and I plead and I plead.

from Nicole Smith