Breaking Glass

Tinkle goes the glass parts
clattering down, swallowing the

carpet blue, the dust clouds that swell up
and roar outwards like a

song, as a ballgown folding around
a girl, being gulped by a memory, how a

snake stretches its jaw
over a bird to devour its

body, its essence, this second takes
an eternity to come,

a lightning strike in slow motion,
a pillow case steadily slipping over

a face, a wedding portrait, stunning
the future into past

tense, waking
mornings to the darkness and

saying, There isn’t any more left.
Everything breaks.

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