My body flakes away aimlessly in tiny reflective mirrors, cascading in all directions tiny pictures of who I used to be.
Confusing themselves with memories I’ve yet to have.
Gravity holds no place here the only way is outwards.
Like failing grasps of a broken heart desiring the neediness of a new freedom.
Flaking away, giving my all until found or worse.
There’s no me’s left to give, perhaps this is just a reflection of a poem I used.
© G.P Williamson 2017