Sophia Cetina (16)
fracture
these days
my second self
twisted and gasping
recounts lie after lie
polished in shiny graphite
I try to wipe them away
with dry saliva and
dollar store erasers
but some things are indelible
and while my wrists throb silently
the voice in my head envisions
pavement pennies
empty fountains
a deserted highway
my brain splits in two
each facet incomplete
a mirror cracks into fragments
it plasters to my skin
only now I am invisible
while my second self sneers
I slide a needle in my skin
thread string with flesh
and start to stitch together
the pieces
Sophia Cetina is from Rye, New York. When she isn't writing, she enjoys rowing and painting.
fracture
these days
my second self
twisted and gasping
recounts lie after lie
polished in shiny graphite
I try to wipe them away
with dry saliva and
dollar store erasers
but some things are indelible
and while my wrists throb silently
the voice in my head envisions
pavement pennies
empty fountains
a deserted highway
my brain splits in two
each facet incomplete
a mirror cracks into fragments
it plasters to my skin
only now I am invisible
while my second self sneers
I slide a needle in my skin
thread string with flesh
and start to stitch together
the pieces
Sophia Cetina is from Rye, New York. When she isn't writing, she enjoys rowing and painting.