• Vol. 10
  • Chapter 02

The puzzle is how to hold it

I cube emotion
dice into tesserae
mosaics for my dreams

colours of my mind
clicked into place
so I can hold

like a heart
in my palm
full square

my innocence
my cowardice
my coldness

I am careless
sinews tighten
break my cube

for hopes are soft
do not hold firm
become as jelly

trickle down my hand
a void lies waiting
I must let nothing fall