Piercing Broken Glass

Crushing bobby pins

with stern fingers

squishing fallen sand

between my toes

 

staring at a tear streaked reflection

pushing against the glass

but red eyes will not change

 

collapsing on nails

piercing my back

knees give out

and I begin to pray

 

empty hope leads to a last resort

of clouded felt prickling my palms

I pull myself forward

 

flashing backwards in my mind

unwinding through what was

and ignoring what is

 

here I lay,

where blue skies fail to exist

among the blanket of broken glass