Unbound 

last night I cracked my skullinto a thousand tiny fragments 

faulty brittle bones 

I didn’t mind at all.

if truth be told,

I found it quite becoming: the hole

that crowned my head;

I suppose it should have hurt

(the shattering and all),

but concerned slipped

my glassy, vacant mind 

 evanished evermore 

all seemed clearer now,

 unbound.

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