Hopscotch with Broken Glass
By Jaclyn //
October 2003

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1.

this isn't a game.

i want to look at something so pretty it hurts.
and we are lucky in different ways; for only we
see beauty's underbelly, shadowed and pained:
the true nature of the beast, the real reason its
eyes are so very bright. luminosity is an illusion;
a distraction from the darkness beneath.

it's not safe here, you know.

run.

2.

broken glass and broken smiles,
not so very different.

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Make me smile ::