shards of glass position themselves
carefully into my spine,
one by one sinking deeply into my atmosphere,
the pain, prevalent,
it whispers words of horror,
infiltrating my thoughts in rays of darkness.
They had once never existed,
yet as I roll along
pieces of glass and dirt accumulate on my skin,
piercing my pain into it's source.
A cry from the gut,
glass has gone too deep,
alas my heart is at rest
for nothing will hurt me again
so long as this shard
stays locked in my chest.
a grin sweeps across my pale face,
blood coats my hands,
all is peaceful and white
moment of laughter gives way,
I am free.
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