All Things Uncomely and Broken
i am the patron saint
of all things uncomely and broken.
the slit wrists and sewn-shut lips,
the broken porcelain dolls
you so ruthlessly abandon.
the girl starving for perfection,
the boy dying to fit in,
the ones who don't know who they are
or what gender they're subscribing to today.
the angels with broken wings
the nightmares you try to hide away from the world.
these are the ones i draw close to my chest,
the ones i enfold inside my arms
and listen to their heartbeats in the silence,
so they know that someone cares.
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