A Bag of Broken Glass

A bag of broken glass will fall in love with you and ask you if your arm has fallen fast asleep and would you clean the blood up before you go – if you should leave? A bag of broken glass will punctuate each slap with crashes: angles searing off sharp edges, making little bits of magic dust that nestle into keyboard cracks and spend their dull lives gaining rust in the vast and meaningless space around the bar.

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~ by perfectionatrix on September 16, 2014.

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