Please. Shatter. — Summary

Can you feel it? The earth-cracking news. Tumbling to the ground as my legs can no longer support the weight. Feel each and every nail being driven into this heart. I once had walls. What is left of them now? Crumbles, no ashes. Bits of concreted lies and shame, coating my lungs. Coughing it up when I can no longer breathe. Can you see them? The cracks along my skin. Not completely shattered. Broken, but not destroyed. Scars, crisscrossed across flesh of old, hoping for a day of peace from a blade. Can you taste it? The shame upon my lips. As I skip from one to the next, littering love and tossing hearts as if toys. All fun in games, until I fall in love. Can you hear it? My voice wavering, fighting back childish tears, emotions pent up? My weakness. Speaking. Crying. Singing. Screaming. I've been cracked.. for a long time now.. But I've never shattered.

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Written as a series of questions, RunaMarie's poem asks the reader to feel what the speaker is going through: a crushing piece of news, a body that gives way, a heart pierced by nails. The speaker once had walls for protection, but they have turned to rubble and "concreted lies and shame" that choke her. The poem also hints at self-harm, with scars that crisscross the skin, and at a painful pattern in love, where she hops from person to person and treats hearts like toys until she falls for someone herself.

The mood is raw and heavy, but not hopeless. The repeated "Can you feel it? / see them? / taste it? / hear it?" pulls the senses in one by one, making the pain physical. The ending is the turning point. The speaker admits she has been cracked for a long time, yet she insists she has never shattered. That final line reads as stubborn survival, though it is still tinged with exhaustion.

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