Give me your shards
by dan ankers
Bottles on the streets.
Alongside dumpsters.
In the weeds.
Discarded bits and pieces of
emotional trauma
Scarred, Scared children
everywhere
Aggressively thrown anger grenades
at the world’s injustices;
building-side, where
graffiti tells its name
Haunted by
the bits and pieces of
your dreams
my dreams
Broken glass everywhere
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