Crumbled Cookies

Love is the jar of cookies perched
upon the shelf of vulnerability –

I stand, a tiny girl, with
solely words to build my ladder
I lend out my soul, only for
the jar to tumble and shatter.

I swallow my words,
of sugar and salt,
and make room for crumbled cookies.

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