Breaking

The glass shattering beneath the floor Sends a painful strike up my heart. The vase from you Is now split upon the floor. The sound of the glass cracking on the countertop Paralyses me with a painful sting. Of all the wedding gifts, the rose teacups Are now split upon the floor. The sound ofContinue reading “Breaking”

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