Glass From The Past
Shards of glass
tear through the night
Turning through the patterned air
Molly walks a path alone
but a surprise attack by
the dreaded shards of glass
leaves Molly drenched in tears
Her clothes shredded
her body left
bleeding alone
without a shred
of dignity left
from the broken glass
that once was her past
Sitting, sulking, alone in the night
Confronted by those shards of glass
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