i hold this fragile thing in my hands.
my cupped hands barely contain it, as it spills out from either side.
i’ve steadied myself to control the momentum.
biting my lips, i draw blood.
i’m rocking the theoretical boat, and regretting each push and shove.
it’s already escaping in the cracks between my fingers.
it smashes to the ground.
shatters with bellows.
this fragile thing
it scares me. but i dare not be parted with it.
this fragile thing
i love it. but i dare not be parted with it.
hilary kwan 