Separation

I served myself a notice

that I noticed I was halved,

and needed to repair the break

I found within myself.

I could no longer play the lie

of Everything Is Fine

when part of me curled up and died

each time I kissed your cheek.

I knew I had to choose between

the life we made together,

or living whole but all alone,

to break up or be broken.

published in Medusa's Kitchen:

https://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2024/09/jade-leaves-in-dust.html

published in Substack:

https://open.substack.com/pub/nolcha/p/friday-fun-91324?r=xwogn&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web&showWelcomeOnShare=true