These glass shards
keep splintering
and burrowing
in my flesh
My blood becomes
hot and sticky
with the layers
of hurt
that run deep
in my bones
down into the hollow
where the echoes grow
Every now and then
I feel the leash loosen
allowing glimpses
of a life
I can't quite
make out
The reasoning
has disintegrated
in the murky water
where the soap
never gets you clean
What does it mean
What does it all mean
Even I don't know
I say to myself
as I collect
each grain
of sand
to seal
tightly
in a jar
-April 2015
-April 2015
