Hoarder | poem

You shatter
in my hands, litter
my skin. I keep
your pieces in pockets,
key holes, flower pots. Cracked
eyes gaze from windows - bloody cobwebs clinging
to eggshells. One day, you’ll be swallowed by garbage trucks,
but for now, you stick

and clutter.

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