~ bRokEn piEcE ~

A broken piece of a poem
drifting in my breath,


When if came up to my lipz
it cut my tongue.
When I held it by the teeth
my lipz begun to bleed
as if a piece of blade
was struck in my throat.
I could not spit it out,
I was unable to swallow it.


That broken piece of a poem
kept drifting in my breath,
kept drifting
drifting....!!