Dastardly Crumbs, March 3, 2017 Cassidy's Poetry

I can feel the seemingly invisible shards creeping along my skin, cutting me like glass. The presence of these creatures alone swallows me whole and leaves me restless. I promised you and myself that i wouldn’t open the doors to allow them in again, But here we lay unsettled, in the shadows of the broken and the fragmented that were left behind. I’m sorry that I ate saltine crackers in bed again.