Creative Writing

Existential Shards

By Maggie McHale

Seven tiny pieces,
Circle the drain of my core

For they all have a place
Function as a matter of the heart

The pieces spin, like wheels on a hopeful wagon.
They could fit together,
If only they could adjust subatomic vibrations
Wreaking havoc in our reality

These particles, seven pieces meet
For better or for worse, they know they have merit

For these are the pieces
That when coming together,
Can break our world
Or renew our promises

Ambiguity is a cylinder

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