Inktober day 9

A little late, friends, but here we are.

Word prompt: Broken

my pieces float on dirt 
and thick sludge-
these fragments 
remind the whole
of lost unity 
lost strength
signified by these pieces 
signifying these pieces
It was one thing to have been mend,
it is another to be torn yet again. 
To lose a victory 
previously won through unity 
of the voices and bodies.
to feel what it is 
to have been glued and reglued 
only to be ripped apart once more
is to die, only to be reborn yet again