glass

I am transparent;

I'm like stained glass.

I cannot

do anything but break.

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Exasperated

Glass: there is so much drama in glass.

Oh! That it shatters.

Into cold colour coordinated pieces.

Cold brilliant sparkling icicles

On the floor.

Flat fraudulent floor.

It lies

So desperately it tells

all the secrets

of the glass that ought not to have shattered.

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The glass that breaks of its own volition;

how is it blasphemous?

It falls and breaks

But not to fall prey to gravity.

Awkward shapes

incline, recline, or stand on their tippie-toes

sideways.

Always, there is poise

In each broken piece

That cannot be put together.