it glows silently, dully
with the lost sheen of a thousand shooting stars
the covers, thick and stiff with disuse
will open slowly, with the soft, despairing sighs
of all the broken people
brake
breaking
broken
the sound will come,
if your ears are keen enough to hear it,
the low, sharp click
of every stopped and broken clock,
silenced mercilessly in frustration
at the thought of losing another year
the pages bleed tears
the collective product
of the world’s broken hearts
the words, which cover each page in
chunky blocks of colored script
have been applied with the waxy remains
of Kindergarten crayons
but - quick!
close it tight,
close it shut,
for you will inevitably see a piece of yourself
in the encyclopedia of broken things
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