A Broken Mind

• Miski Farah, Grade 12
• Poetry
• 2021

You know the insides of my heart
Every crevice, every nook
It’s as though you placed it in the palm of your hands
My secrets were locked inside the vault that you call your mind
My smile still tattooed across your cerebellum
Like a tumour that overstayed it’s welcome
My laugh still echoes through your ears
My name still lingering on the tip of your tongue
An apology that you just can’t seem to utter
You loathe it
How can one individual have a beating muscle in their hand,
So fragile yet so strong and tear it apart?
They say I love you while pushing the knife deeper
You smile at them with blood seeping out at the seams
You ask, “How easy was it for you to break me?”
They reply, “You were already broken; I did no such thing.”