Quarries

Please allow me to break into pieces
I’ve done that horrible thing again
let me complain about pain
and scream until I’m done
until my thoracic is unfilled
Let me crack
I’ve earned it this time
Let me be stupid for a bit
It’ll be your turn shortly

What isn’t made of stone.

I’ll keep it short,
it’s all regrets, I regret everything bad
I’m done yelling
my chest is empty, at least
Did you see me crack,
please put my arms back
You seem mute
assuming I was that stupid
for a while

I wasn't made of stone