She’s like a clean window,
so easy to see right through
Fragile as the glass that
breaks,
the fragments draw the blood
from you
The glass that shatters
so violently when provoked
by the pressure of an iron
truth,
the damning of an unsettled
doubt
You are naked by a window,
broken into pieces,
all that anyone can see
is the cut and bloodied skin
While they’re holding one
another,
a sorrowed song is sung
that rings through the ears
of anyone who hears the
screams
I’ve got a cold heart,
hardened as a stone,
because stone is the only
thing
that can’t be torn away from
me
I’ve got a blind line of
sight,
because hindsight burns my
eyes,
and I am seeking out
the comfort of a worn conclusionMM 1994
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