Sand and Stones



I put you onto paper

because my mind cannot fold

into that which makes glass into sand

I ask you not to kill me slowly

with kindness

etched in-between the stones

hidden beneath a stare

that says so much

breaking my skin

down to the bone

You see…

I am exposed

so be done with me quickly

let the delicate transparent glass

shatter into two even parts

One made from tomorrow

and one from yesterday

so all that remains

is a silent now

floating upwards

out of view

and I may rest


away from those

seeking sand to run along




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