Jagged Edge

November 9, 2008 at 2:55 am · Filed under Philosophy, Poetry and tagged: blood, broken glass, fault lines, jagged, locked room, pain, pressure, shattering, shiver, taste

Standing on all four
lurching.
moto speed.
Quickly going nowhere fast.

Pressure builds
inside a candy-glass sphere.
Tiny fault lines
shiver
along it’s inside surface.
The shattering is muffled,
you hear nothing.
Years later,
the broken glass
in tightly locked room,
cuts you.
You remember the pain
and taste your blood.

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