Spilt disgrace

I hid it crumpled out of sight

in a bone-cracking fist, determined

to remain beautiful.


I slipped it under the sand while

standing around being polite, and

no one noticed.


I flung it out the window for the wind

to whisk away to oblivion in

some no-return land.


But one weak particle, one jagged word

one second while the armies were

unalert, was all it took;


strewn  across the floor,

splattering the white walls and everyone’s faces frozen

neck-deep in thick aversion,


was it- my foul disgrace


out in the open candid.  


Image by Ellie Noble

Image by Ellie Noble


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