You've sculpted me:
a clay cynic
made from damp
intangible palms
Dropped onto
the concrete canvas
I felt my shell quake
and granulate
Inside,
nothing
Outside,
powder
Superfluous--dirt on the ground;
I peeped through the cracks still,
and those crying hands glanced back
down at me.
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