Broken Glass

Swirls - No, heavier. They are made of sand, twisting and winding, not to be followed or stopped.

Tiny grains and they turn deceitfully colored, beautifully glittered. Lost in the color - turning slowly in bliss. Finally.

No. It's wrong again. The colors shatter into sharp, cutting pieces.

They are gone and the glass hurts. The pieces fall to leave cuts that veil the skin. They sting the soul and they take away possibilities.

But the cuts, they don't ruin the body and in the glass I see a faint reflection of the colors.

In a new time they will never break cold into glass again.