Prose poetry – Jigsaw Puzzle

Last night, I dreamt I was a jigsaw puzzle – a background of deep, midnight blue, sprinkled with golden stars. Someone came along and broke me apart, my round edges curling up as they separated.

Thin fingers pierced the middle of each cardboard edge with green metal hooks, the kind used to hang Christmas bulbs. Each piece of me was then threaded and hung from the ceiling.

Soon, I found myself twisting and turning upon the whims of the air current – 500 paper flares, now a floating constellation.

12 thoughts on “Prose poetry – Jigsaw Puzzle

    1. Been struggling a lot. Even though I had covid back in August, I’ve never gotten back to normal yet. Also still struggling with chronic migraines. All of that makes the depression a lot worse and definitely has affected my motivation. I’m trying to ease back into doing stuff, but it’s been a rough ride. How have you been?

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      1. I’m so sorry that you’re struggling dear friend. I hope you can find a way to get back to complete health. Migraines are so debilitating.
        I’m good, thanks

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