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May 2018 · 116
Broken Glass
Faith Pharr May 2018
I moved too fast,
Like broken glass from a water cup.

The water spilt out over beautifully crystalized pieces.
My true colors shine in the rainbow from the lights reflection.

Even only for a moment,
It was still enough to be seen.

Soon we both know
I’ll be back in my nest,
Pondering,
Waiting.

For another time,
I can move too fast.
Breathless.

Hopefully it will be the time
You decide to catch up.

— The End —