BROKEN GLASS

 

Broken glass can be very beautiful, sometimes more beautiful than before it was broken. Light reflects from and refracts through myriad broken chards. 

But broken glass will cut you. Extend your hand to the glass, Squeeze it tight and it will cut you a thousand times and deep. Sharp edges tearing through your skin and little pieces breaking off to lodge deep in your flesh, unseen now only to cut you deeper later. 

The light certainly danced on her and reflected her beauty.  I couldn't or didn't want to see she was broken, but broken glass she was and I had extended my hand again and again and squeezed her tighter than tight. 

By now the cuts had stopped bleeding and only some of the thousands of tiny scars were visible to those who got close enough to me. The tiny broken slivers of betrayal, rejection and humiliation were less easy to see I were nevertheless there and when dislodged by some memory or news of her they cut deep, causing me to cry out in pain.