Work in Progression

by eloisehendy

I moulded myself to you

Yet somehow the fit was wrong

Our forms deformed

The puzzle pieces gained new edges

Unknown gaps to mind

Widening cracks so easy to find

If you opened your eyes

Shut, closed, fast running from

The sharp sensation

The jagged curve

Bad product, back to forge

To rehue, reheat

To bring back to base

Back to the dark originals, the

Pure materials. Pieces, components

Parting company

Reforge into new moulds

Into a fit that fits, first time

A fit that fixes, heals

One that is not fixed, forced

I am smoothed

The fraying seams that stretched to contain the more

Become less

Chisel, sand, slip into place.