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Fragile Monster

Posted by Joy Nibbs on

They break like glass in a china shop

Holding fragments of who they were

Who they once wished to be close to their chest

Frailty has no power in this world

Call it beauty

Call it refined

It is a lie

Only monsters overtake the night

Only demons live on to fight

It is a bitter flaw

A fragile monster

Born to crumble to the wind

Published by Joy Nibbs

I love food, psychology, neuroscience, writing, and community. I have two poetry collections; "Ramblings" and "Lilacs at Dawn". Tea Drinker | Spice Maker | Writer of Poems and Psychology Things

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