the tears tear tears
In my skin,
like shards of glass.
And I bleed
emotion.
Emotion that cuts at my heart,
like another shard of glass,
And breaks it,
like a rock through a pane of glass.
A pane that is painful
whenever it is touched
and falls apart
like a shattering of glass.
A shattering that scatters
my smattered pain.
Painful pain, full
of glass
and empty burrito wrappers
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