shatter the stone

October 15, 2012
broken glass
slipping through
my hands.

looked like
rain bows…

under the sun.

upon the ground

if it’s so
why do
i hear them
fall ing.

hide the
sharp shards
in my heart.

puncture me—
no blood will flow

broken glass.

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