Glass Poem by Faustina Marie

Glass



Seven shards of glass
That spin and twist and
Score my body

Some draw wine from my
Fragile defenses
Others aren't so sharp

Seven more glinting blades
Host a fresh foray

Those that hit the mark,
Tear the patchwork quilt,
Opening parched scabs

Fifty-two more onslaughts
and it's time to begin again
Time to begin again

Friday, January 9, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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Faustina Marie

Faustina Marie

Ontario, California
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