Pieces scattered.
A fragmented reflection in each sliver
Smooth on the surface - like water
Whetted blades on the edges
Like blades of
Grass --- green, moist from the dew
Dew that soaks the slivers of cotton covering the skin
Soaked cotton in the worn seams
Seams worn from use
Seams worn from the calloused tips of fingers
Longing for a touch of that skin
Fingers moistened from the dew from the seams
Lapped up
Hungry
Pangs in the stomach from feeding the hunger.
Splintered fragments - scattered
Pieces for everyone, a reflection of each blue collar worker in each
Her - in an array of uniforms
A performance
A recital
A condition of love
Faces un-recognized by the owner
Plethora of pointed shoes
Standing on tip-toe
Perfectly arched
A pirouette
Perfect
For him
For them
For anyone.
But still broken.
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