The Hidden Break
by Iris
· 26/12/2025
Published 26/12/2025 13:03
Bending low to tie my shoe,
a sharp snap caught beneath the skin.
No sound, just the dull ache that lingers,
a secret fracture buried thin.
The wrist bone presses tight,
a stubborn line beneath the light.
Silent, bruised, it holds its weight,
a quiet reminder of a brittle state.
Pain murmurs low, refuses to speak,
hidden beneath skin stretched thin and weak.
A fault line worn beneath the skin’s thin veil,
a silent fracture that will not heal.