pieces
of broken glass
on the floor,
shards
so thin
and translucent,
like star
dust,
slip right
between
your skin before
you know it.
small things
have a way
of finding
in.
these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters and are in no way representative of any real
experiences in my or anyone else's life. any similarities are purely coincidental, except for the dog poems.
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