The God of Broken Things
#The God of Broken Things
Her god is the god of broken things
Of secret words caressed by tongues,
Of wounds and scars and burnt-out stars
That never became suns.
That never quite were suns.
She worships the god of broken things
Who busts the bells on handlebars
Who bends the rims and sings a hymn
With jarring off-key choirs.
With jarring angel-choirs.
She prays to the god of broken things
That all that's fragmented in him
Might come undone, and thus become
A better man within.
A better man’s within.
Her god is the god of broken things–
Of battle-scars and aching,
Of things undone which might become
Stronger for the breaking.
She's stronger for the breaking.
she said a thing... | ...and then she said another.
Posted Apr 1, 2018, 7:29 AM UTC · edited