(Poetry Challenge Week 7)
I'm not sure how good this one will be because it is as written while trying to make coffee on 3 hours of sleep... I did this to myself.
Holy
To be holy is to be
separate.
Set apart,
untainted by careless hands.
A porcelain doll
set on a shelf
to be admired
too fragile to be made
real
by touch.
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