Kintsugi

My image is a fractured shards of a picture I recognize

There is a cold comfort as I trace my edges

This is how I look to those who have whispered those wicked words

I love you…. with their fingers crossed

I love you… while gripping, ripping at my heart

I love you …leaving me dripping on the sheets

I love you…turning their back to me

I love you…only if you are a good girl

Which fractured shards do you choose to see?

Which ones are me?

My fractured shards are not put back together with

Lola's conditions

Mike's conditions

Duane's conditions

any other man or woman who has whispered those wicked words into my ear

My fractured shards are put back together one painful piece at a time, with urushi lacquer

dusted with silver

I am a silver dusted woman