Compound fracture.

abstract break broken broken glass

I’m content to neglect
my willpower’s fracture,
and let bacteria grow
in a scabbed up suture,
because I face planted dirt
(and blinked back moisture)
trying to live with conviction
that limps like a creature.

© Nancy Botta, 2018


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