Broken Glass
The crystal was just a dime store trinket
Nothing fancy
Nothing expensive
A symbol more than anything
It sat on the counter
For such a long time
Collecting dust
Never moving, never touched
Most days the couple moved past it
Day by day
It just sat
In limbo it seemed
Then one day the earth shook
Vibrations splintered the air
Voices shrilled like banshees in the night
A tornado of movement created by the pair
Shattered in a million pieces
Like the lives of the couple
Scattered feelings
Haunted by slivers of glass
mscourby 2009
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