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Cracked Glass Heart

December 1, 2013
By theweirdworder DIAMOND, Newtown, Pennsylvania
theweirdworder DIAMOND, Newtown, Pennsylvania
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Favorite Quote:
We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light.<br /> -Plato


Cracked glass-
my heart
snapping
slowly
under my fingertips,
disintegrating
into shards. I have so
many splinters
and the glass scrapes my skin-
my flesh is raw and flaky, red.
I had dreams. I wanted to get
somewhere.
Now I'm nowhere. I'm stuck here: a pit.
This pit releases a sour stench
every time I walk down:
blood, heartache, curdled dreams,
antiseptic,
the morphine we used at Christmas to make us numb (that also makes us gag),
stenches so strong I can taste them
as I inhale.
All I do is sit
when I want to sing-
I hear the snapping each moment I sit.
With each day,
I. Stare. Out.
What keeps me in the pit?
No chains, I know, that I can see
and yet
I huff the sewer stench all the more.
The cracked glass is cracking still now
into even smaller pieces
and
I'm still here.



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