Saturday, April 13, 2013

Broken napowrimo #13

Please note that the first two lines are not mine. they are from a poem called Broken by Kirasuna. It can be found here:

i cry
i try
but she does not work,
does not give the warmth
that i need. it is
unfortunate that we must
part on terms like this,
stealing my popcorn uncooked
because she grew  cold. i
try to understand her pain as i
open her doors and throw away
my bag. i can't believe i
need a new microwave, but
she is broken.

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