Shards

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Your words

are like the sound

of the shattering of glass

and my heart feels

like about a million shards

found there way inside


Your fist tightening its grasp around my neck

I breathe every breath as though its the last

and you say to me


"The world is a dangerous place.

 Monsters hide in dark spaces.

 Beauty lies in your face.

 They'll hide and wait."


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