Broken words, broken thoughts -
Remnants of a broken soul.
Stilted sentences, fragmented paragraphs,
Scrawled on a burnt parchment.
Jilted and jolted out of the comfort of rationalization -
I am now a series of bad punctuation.
A misplaced period, a tentative comma -
I am a dangling clause awaiting conclusion.
(cross-posted on
The Burnt Parchment - what a miserable debut on a writing project that has heretofore elicited some fine writing)