quartered

hanging on to something i do not need
slashes my palms
tears at my fingers
destroys my ability to put you behind me,
i am drawn,
though i am quartered,
every ounce of me
reaching out for you,
praying for some respite,
hoping for something from you
to ease my suffering

glb /// “quartered”

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