Family Crest

By: Bekah Turney

I broke a crystal glass tonight
Filled with wine.
My heart began to sink
Down to the floor
It shattered on.
The family crest that lie
Engraved, in seconds was
Un-twined, in shrouds, pieces,
Disarray. Nothing is as we know it,
Nothing ever as it seems-
Patterns never set in stone,
Uncertain, even as deep as the roots flow
In the bloody rivers of a family’s
Seam-ready to make marks
That I, that we, engrave.
“They’re only items,” I reassure myself with guilt,
As if it had a mouth to speak. But with what once was
A beating heart, now broken,
Is buried beneath the soil deep.

Photo by: Christopher Larsen https://www.deviantart.com/christopherlarsen/art/Broken-wine-glass-183267542

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