Light peers in through the window
thinking of summer
I bring my wine glass to my lips
Then stop…
Everyone is expecting me to drink
This Predestination of thirst
I drop the glass
From two meters high
Shatters in jagged pieces by my feet
The light from the window
Mixes with the red wine and broken pieces
There’s a prism at my shoes
Bright rainbow of hues
Sprouts like arms
Giving me a hug
That I didn’t deserve
I see my body
In the broken pieces of glass
I dropped it
Out of destruction
Creation
Beauty
I wanted to see this
Simply because,
I haven’t seen anything pretty in awhile
Dec 28, 2010
Dec 28, 2010 at 2:12 AM UTC
Light peers in through the window
thinking of summer
I bring my wine glass to my lips
Then stop…
Everyone is expecting me to drink
This Predestination of thirst
I drop the glass
From two meters high
Shatters in jagged pieces by my feet
The light from the window
Mixes with the red wine and broken pieces
There’s a prism at my shoes
Bright rainbow of hues
Sprouts like arms
Giving me a hug
That I didn’t deserve
I see my body
In the broken pieces of glass
I dropped it
Out of destruction
Creation
Beauty
I wanted to see this
Simply because,
I haven’t seen anything pretty in awhile
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