how to handle glass

a personal poem that got me through rough times

step one:
look into the deceiving fragment
that stole your childhood
maybe its edges aren’t jagged, not anymore,
but your eyes cannot tell.

step two:
you notice
as you move the object
across your book,
the blood doesn’t move (it’s dried),
only the words,
and the sullying color of the pages.

step three:
then it read, finally, “a beautiful world.”
you embraced the glass in your palm.
it didn’t feel.

step four:
dream of a life
void of meaning and thoughts
for the most beautiful thoughts are dangerous
vilified by the apocryphal tirades of the man.

step five:
finally,
you could watch the glazed over eyes
of the dying man
as you drive a serrated blade
through his corrupted organs.

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Reviews

[Writergurl]

Wow, such a powerful read here, sad as well. nicely written out

[William Michael Reeves]

That was quite an ending to a very unique poem. I liked the idea of moving across the book and only the words move not the blood. And how we can be shattered and not feel the cut. I hope the fifth step is just a metaphor and didn't really happen. Makes me wonder how many poets may have confessed in their art..