7:48
Earth has cried so long
that her sky tears soak my
scaffolding
my face like glass, I nod
and let light pour through me,
examine my hairline fractures
look –
I become light when I break it.
we are only what we destroy
the curtain cut light lacing the
wall,
the spines of our fathers,
the unbuttoned breaths of our
mothers.
it is early and Spring
is a cracked eggshell becoming
itself.
(Flat Brim hat: TopShop, round sunglasses: Forever 21, denim buttondown: thrifted, floral crop top: Urban Outfitters, black circle skirt: Brandy Melville)
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