Glass splinters, shattered glazing.
Splintered instances, intimately unfazing.

A moments glaze through a monacle,
Omnipresent oracle in a sorrowful tone.

Opaque and oppressed, stressed,
bitten nails, blood drawn from the cuticles.

Beautiful touch, abrasive in nature,
But still smooth, still so smooth.

Held tight, aphyxiate the the trachea,
take my breath away, until the final gasp.

Dig the grave with broken nails and blunt instruments,
Clean up the mess, pristine, no evidence of the incident.