It is worn to reminisce on what is broken
It is worn to visualize the others being stolen
Broken just enough to be its own facade
Enough to melt anyone's vanity through massage
An hourglass could only shatter--never crack.
It isn't worth my time. says the true gambler.
Neither narrator nor character.
Whistling through the face, always betting
On becoming something between symbol and setting
Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 3:16 PM UTC
It is worn to reminisce on what is broken
It is worn to visualize the others being stolen
Broken just enough to be its own facade
Enough to melt anyone's vanity through massage
An hourglass could only shatter--never crack.
It isn't worth my time. says the true gambler.
Neither narrator nor character.
Whistling through the face, always betting
On becoming something between symbol and setting