Glass

No meaning, just rambaling

The glass

              s

                l

                 i

                  p

                   s

                       from your hands,

you

       watch

                   it

                        fall

                               in slow motion,

upon impact it     s              s

                            h          r

                              a     e

                                 tt

small fragments creating,

 

patterns

              on the linoleum,

You stare transfixed,

 

SLOWLY

               you look at me,

and your face Falls,

                                grasping

               the air in front of you

 

t

e

a

r

d

r

o

p

s                          run down your face.

Author's Note

Sorry if my spacing is confusing

Reviews

[lyssilou]

I like they spacing! It actually makes it more interesting to look at cause you try to figure out the shape! I really like it! You are always clever Emma!