Hazardous Waste
Photo Credit: nutracenter.com
like a broken thermometer
so many tiny balls of poison(my insecurities)
scattering
rolling
hither and yon
hurry
gather them before anyone sees
the malignancy
dividing
growing
it seems impossible to contain them
just when I think I’ve got them all gathered
the pieces shatter
into more pieces
the number seems. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . infinite. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
hurry
run and fetch the eyedropper
to suck up the toxic little balls
before they infiltrate
what’s good
sprinkle the sulfur and contain
every minute trace of the
contamination
seal them all up in a bag
dispose of them
properly
like the hazardous waste
that they are
Fat Bottom Girl Said What 
Hurry!! Scoop all the parts into separate containers!! Can’t deal with another T-1000!!
Sounds like the detritus of a broken heart. More properly, the scattered remains of a shattered love, the bitter detritus poisoning the souls of the owner and those who know her. Best to gather up the pieces so they can once again become whole.
More precisely, shattered love of self.
Even better.