Glass
We lie here together
Feet touching feet, Knee to knee
You and me, weaved into
a tangled messy heap
Your hair explodes across your pillow
A cloudy burst of brunette
Your breathe sighs a heavy relief
Slighting both our past
A past that ask tread carefully
Into a future of shattered glass
Brittle and already broken
Feet bloodied along its path
So what is one more splinter?
Into the souls of which we walk
From a life born into attrition
And deliverance by those we love
Copyright © Justin Clason | Year Posted 2018
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