Are You Good Enough?

Am I good enough?

Collect me into a dish, I am whole, and let me fall, shattering into a million pieces.

Careful girl,

There are cracks in you now.

Your design is splintering,

I want to sleep for a thousand years and wake up unbroken.

Smoother, then rougher, I can feel the sound I make piecing myself back together.

You broke me, I break me, Me breaks me.

I cut my finger tips on my own jagged pieces.

Remember girl,

There are cracks in you now.

Place the pieces down softly, take your time in putting them back together again.

Throw the damn pieces around, break up some more again.

What is destructive behavior?

I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know.

It’s me.

Photography by Nicole Acosta