A favorite item can’t be replaced.
The cup I was —
I liked to drink out of —
is broken now.
Was it my fault?
Was it my faults? —
the fault lines that make it
so easy to break?
No!
In defiance...
No!
In love... with, of, for myself
In the fire,
I bleed gold
and heal.
Resplendent!
My faults
No!
My spangles
My Self