my head on your chest.
it falls and smashes
my glass bones;
the dissonance was turning me to sand.
it poured from my mouth, it choked my tongue, drowned it,
smacked its roof.
i couldn't piece it
i'd shattered into too many tiny pieces,
too many many to count
too many too many to save.
i sucked the shards to the back of
rolled the pulp of them between my teeth.
i'll bleed terrible
glass blood every time
i smile and every
one will know that someone has broken.
Created: Jul 07, 2010Document Media