Sufficiently So

by Tripta Chandola

Cracked lips
crooked lips
I sit down
to
mend life.

Pieces, a piece
strewn across
sown in,
the floor.

I stand
upright and tight,
vertically challenging
my
existence;

smashing the pieces
bit by bit,
a piece.

24-Oct-2004

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