I was never taught how delicate I could be

I was never taught how delicate I could be

I dance on rose pedals

to know I do not need to shatter

Every beautiful thing

With my voice

My hands

That are too smooth,

have yet to make enough fists

Balled up

I mean to squeeze diamonds from coal

But all I have are fists and stones

The end, marked by broken bones

Bent stems

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