⎯⎯ ୨ Cracks ୧ ⎯⎯ ─ a poem ─ why are we always returning to the same cracks in the floor in the sky in ourselves we step over them and into them at the same time never learning that the fissures do not change that our feet our hands our mouths our minds always find the same broken places we whisper to them as if they could forgive us or as if we could forgive ourselves we press our palms to the edges and hope the fracture will let us pass without pain . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ poetry: @Q1nix ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ thank you for reading
