eidolon

death in the corner...

broken
a child's toy laying on the kitchen table
no batteries the least of its worries

shattered
like slivers of fine crystal scatter upon the floor
irreparably damaged

i bleed
and
i bleed
and
i bleed
and
bleed

"walking wounded" has new meaning
no one sees and no one knows
because it is my heart
my mind
my soul but not my flesh

shattered and broken and forever changed

what seeps from the soul when the soul bleeds?