Under my head

By

Serena Mossgraves

the stones are poking
so painful today,
the box is broken
under my head.

I was laid down
and told to rest
in place filled with
glass from my memory
grounded.

perhaps it was supposed to be
soft silt for me to lie,
but due to the chaos of my broken life
shards of stone and hatred
are poking painfully
under my head.