Polluting it with unkind words And strange thoughts of hurting our self. It slides through our fingers Like water, it runs right through. The dark hole prevails but we remember the light. It was once there. Remembering Glass bulb shattered, little pieces thrown, like glitter in the sun.
Memories suddenly crack, a mirror shattered lighting flashs across the sky.
Empty spots, the puzzle with pieces not matching up horror and pain going deep, dawns like a blood red sunset. A Childs hands digging in the cracks, her voice a birds hollow screech in the night. Truth hitting hard, like a ice water soak numbing, taking over. Night Sins Blood, red like stains of your sins on her sheets, dripping off her wrist. Huddled in the corner, the closet her tomb, darkness her protector, lighting flashes making her world a kladescoop of color.