Poem - Three Pieces of Eight

Three Pieces of Eight

A psychotic slick of stanzas at my core

Sugar my brains, dice my heart

Take this blade and trisect my soul

Cut me apart

Sharp pieces scatter

To save, To follow, To lose

Wrap three in a blue billy

Tie it tight enough to choke

Tuck me back in your pocket

Call me, Kill me, Love me

Dropped the ball before my fingers felt it

Restore the fight to my bruised hands

Magic, Weak, Silly

Break down the plan into steps

Directions to unite disparate

Porcelain pieces, Candy heart, Gray part
Remnants reassemble to the new me

The person I have always been

Under the suppression

Steal control

Never die

Add new, Make more, Repeat me