And then it shatters like broken glass
and all the lies are swallowed in past
you know who you are
you know who you've become
the tinkling of ivory can't even still your heart
It happens quick as gold flecks
sharp as sun spice
you realize you lived
to never be alive

1 comment:

Mrs. B said...

I am just noticing how well the shapes of the last few poems you posted complement the words. Nice.