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Applecharm11 Starhorse


Hi! I love writing about animals, fantasy and just expressing myself through words. 'A painting paints a thousand words' so why not a thousand words form a painting?

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Hi! I write for hobby and for escaping troubles. I love to write as I get to 'live through' the stories I improvise on the spot. It makes me able to feel and be someone else in a world where I can change anything.I hope my words can make a difference

Mending What's Broken

May 9, 2016


Back and forth I'm tossed
suffering in the loss
as I stand in shattered glass
seeing the many fights of the past

Words of anger, hate
pass between them at an alarming rate
I stand there watching from the doorway
Small lips lost for what to say

He screams in rage
holding the page
of the mail brought by the mailman
From the doctor's bill the last time I ran

and fell, added to the number of breaks
I had since I was born up to now, at eight
Brittle Bones disease is what makes my bones weak
and what makes their angry eyes meet

He screeches on about how the bills weight down
she screams back on how I'm their child, bearing a frown
I cower from my spot, crying in silent prayer to whoever above
to keep them from shattering their love

He rips the paper in two
saying they're through
she stares at him in shock, mouth a gape 
eyes wide like grapes

They need not say anything
I can tell from their wedding rings
now settling in with the broken glass
that its my fault things have come to pass

My bones were always brittle
but always heal, it will
but this mess I've made
no medicine can aide

He turns, anger seething as our eyes meet
I stumble back, into my room I retreat
I sink into my bed, a sobbing mess
With the damage I've done, the matter will never rest

With special care I take the pills
I've seen her take when she was terribly ill
With one small hand, I pour out all the contents
and stare at the shiny white pellets in my hands

She used these to fix her sleep
when she wanted to dream deep
now I was going to use it to fix what I've broken
to fix something that cannot be healed by my words spoken

I'm the issue, the problem that tears
into their love they once closely shared
I'm the tumour that must be removed
in that surgery room

I've to mend what I've shattered
to sew back the love I've tattered
They will be happy she I'm gone
they will once again dance in song

I gulp down the pills
I can feel their powder drill
into me, lulling me in sleep
One so deep,

I'll never wake to break again.



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