Breaking is not the same as Breaking Open

People run at me with pritstick,

Superglue, band aids and a soft

'There there'

While I stare at them,

Wondering.

Yes, I know, the

Stillness

Unnerves you.

Yes, I know you see

Wrongness

In this grief.

but I unravel all the same.

I turn and turn,

Undoing and undoing and undoing…..

I cannot stop undoing.

I gaze at the world

And I know nothing.