Studio Renee

A dark pit opened in my stomach 
the moment I felt the box slip
through my fingers and shattered.
Small bits still stuck to my palms,
more pieces stuck in my flesh than
lied broken between my toes
and I wonder if each time
you gave a box you knew
you'd put all your into that
little terrarium 
or if each time ours shattered
yours grew larger.

Originally written 9/18/19, published 8/19/24