Splintered - By Emily Wickerham

 (Please do not copy or steal)

splintered
halved
divided

one reveal two
two declare three
the others

duplicity
shattered

breaking
and the broken

pressure on pressure
cracks in bone
raw and weak

sifting ashes
sand
fragments mingle

the division
embers ignite
inevitable

core aflame
the stirring
switch names

doubt

pleasure granted
child delighted
watchful eyes

- Never touch her, you never will, she is mine -

wells of anger
oily fury
secrets kindle

hold fast identity
soul is safe
fear not

Where is the end? Eyes heavenward here I arrive at the final mark. Faintly inscribed on the hilt of the sword the words alight read, "I, Elohim who formed you from dust do know your every part. Not a forgotten minute or mistaken word do I miss. There is a way out, I've marked it right here for you. In time you will see it too. Trust me, my child. There is a way out."