Stephanie Davidson

I still have the hope-shaped
desperate glass heart
you left me with.
I nurture it.
You didn’t ask me to.
You know what everything
truly looks like when you peer through it.
I still have
the distorted, muffled longing
for you
that you don’t ask me to hold.
I beg you.
Shatter this completely
I will put honest leeches
on my lacerations
then throw them in the fire
and be free
to hold
my next gift.

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