glass heart; shattered and scattered
fiction
Edward w Pritchard
My glass heart shattered and scattered in ten thousand pieces of sharp unique glass chinks
each chink a sad thought
each thought an organic memory.
Taken to hospital they sold me a broom and dust scoop
after they put a tourniquet around my broken glass heart.
Better I swept up the pieces of glassy shards,
wrapped the chinks in last weeks newspaper
put the crinkled newspaper carefully in a brown paper brown
took a marker and wrote danger sharp edges on the bag
carried the bag to the third floor attic
and stored the bag, news paper, glass and my heart beside the unused Christmas ornaments.
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