Fugue

I broke my piano
I kicked it to the dirt
I smashed everything
until my my arms were strings
until the hammers were fingers
pointing at me

sometimes I look at the corner
it was in
expecting it to be there
feeling the keys against my fingers
only to shake my head
the same way I did
when I used to play

give it up
the piano is gone
you destroyed it
you broke something
that made music
you erased a language
you could speak
you killed a god
you had touched

I’m sorry
I was mad
at myself
and hurt you
for it
I’m sorry
I had to
burn
the remains

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