When I was young I loved lego sets
Putting them together
Taking them apart
Building something new
The only person who might have loved the feeling of taking things apart more than me was my mother
She saw no need to do it properly
The brick remover tool served no purpose in our home
She preferred to use her mouth
It was faster
More effective
Though it was faster it wasn’t sustainable
Slowly
She destroyed her mirror lego set
Leaving bite marks on each piece of my body
Her teeth created holes in the fragile pieces of my heart
Each groove leaving a void
Making it easier to pull me apart
No longer could she live vicariously through my picture perfect image
I wasn’t pretty anymore
There weren’t flowers on the outside of my brick house
That was now wobbly on its 6 x 4 base
I no longer reflected her other side
I was like the inside of a Barbie dream house
But without the elevator
Void of desire
I was no longer whole
Gone was the pretty house
Just pile of jagged pieces laying on the floor
Destined to hurt someone else
Because when isolated I become dangerous
Outside of the lego house
I am sharp
I am broken
Broken down into simple squares
Piece by piece
Strike by strike
I am now a
1×1 peice
Who serves no purpose besides fixing other’s builds
Broken
Sharp
Dangerous
All done with strikes and rips
1×1
1×1
1×1
