flawed

[poche]

yes i am

in a lot of ways

my scars come in different

shapes

and i am chipped

torn

and

burnt

i am unraveling

in every turn

of the dice

and in

the last

remaining

threads

i am holding

on to

dear

life

while

you are

all

hardwood

and

ice

with

me

here

waiting

for

you to

thaw.