Line by Line

by kholinar

Couplets construct
our shoulders in agony,
Meters relay
our descent.
Metaphors like
to pose us as broken
toys, boxed in regret.
Pens carve out cavities
and leave us to fill
our essence with
hurt and
amalgams.

Credit to Livingmorbid for the inspiration behind this post. Though I’ve corrupted it a bit.