Broken Glass – Pt. 2

Broken glass reflects the light like molasses, beautiful and cutting, sort of like Onassis, Jackie…

Kennedy.

That tragic figurine.  So calm, so just, so just damn serene. A life lived that should have been normal, yet in its place was something else, ripped away so tragically.

As she fell from the shelf, glassy pieces of her soul lying there reflecting the light symmetrically…

On the floor. Broken glass, there, right there (!) on the floor, lies a life, that’s no more.

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