Splinters

shards of old grudges-
determined to stay angry
poisoning myself

dusty trainers-
running from the sound
of broken glass

Posted in Afternoon, Age, Anger, Beneath, Breath, Concepts, Death, Emotions, Fear, Glass, Happiness, Heat, Life, Seasons, Summer and tagged .

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