In a pool of shattered glass,
But I didn't have the courage to piece myself
Back together again.
Recollection now,
Has become a different kind of foe-
Like the luke-warmth of a facade
That sends daggers into you.
My eyes were separated,
One looked up and one looked all around,
And I had no expression at all-
There were only the sharp shining
Pieces of who I was-
Oh,
I never knew her either.
The pieces of me have no mercy
On me...
So I recoil and
Pause
In a stagnate disbelief.
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