Glass

I set up

home

beside a small

cabinet 

filled with glasses,

each had a different 

pattern,

some were sharp,

others had gems

stuck to the belly

of them. 

I call this

home,

sleeping against

someones vast collection 

of memories. 

I smashed one of them once,

I’ve never been able

to live with myself

since. 

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