that which is broken

plaster cannot hide structural failure for long...time, the weight of being, the march of entropy, the inherent flaw in design...that which is broken can never be whole

fine tracery, pale spiderwebs of thin, oddly-stretched skin reveal a history of fracture, the scars of an unstable past...that which is broken can never be whole

thin veneer can never hide the multitude of sins inherent in hasty construction...stress, age, repeated impact disclosed in delamination...that which is broken can never be whole

the words you wrote are lost to time, the ink fades, exposure to the light speeds disintegration. words that define, and protect, that tell the tale...gone...that which is broken can never be whole

empty smile worn like a mask, a pretext of contentment, a bottle of science to conceal...a medicinal facade...that which is broken can never truly be whole again.