Monday, March 25, 2024

When You Fall By Skaja Evens


You never know how you’ll break


A million tiny pieces, perhaps

Microscopic

Invisible glass

Crumpled

Impossible to repair


Or,


In shards, large

Jagged

Vicious

Resilient

Incompletely mended


In either case

Parts of you are lost

You’re never the same







Skaja Evens is a writer and artist living in Southeast Virginia. Publication credits include Spillwords Press, Medusa’s Kitchen, Ink Pantry, Off the Coast, The Crossroads Lit Magazine, The Dope Fiend Daily, Synchronized Chaos, and Blue Pepper. Her first book, conscientia veritatis, is forthcoming from Whiskey City Press.


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