i look at the cracks in my screen

shit

maybe this is what my insides look like

 

a series of shattered

a mess of metal

artificial robotic fragile

 

i run my fingers over the glass

there

i am holding my heart in my hand

 

scraping the shrapnel

feeling the fracture

painful unfixable finished

 

let this be a metaphor of us!

i say to myself

us humans! we are so small

 

so terribly weak

stocked with information

useless once the body breaks

 

so let us break; one crack at a time, or fragmented completely by one mistake.

 

 

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Keli MacDonald is a junior at Ball State University. She is double majoring in English Studies and Japanese, with a minor in TESOL (Teaching English to Speakers of Other Languages). She currently works on Ball State’s literary magazine, The Broken Plate, as a poetry editor, because she’d rather read poetry than write it. However, writing is a fun hobby for her, and she mostly tries her hand at poetry.