Hopscotch with Broken Glass
By Jaclyn // [email protected]
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.
broken glass and broken smiles,
not so very different.
Make me smile :: [email protected]