Sometimes I just lay on the grass without moving; people call my name, but I don’t hear them. I’m too busy staring at the bright …
The Glass Bowl by Savannah Holbrooks
I am shattered, scattered across the floor like the broken remains of my brother’s glass bowl dropped on the floor after being mishandled one too …
A Glimpse into a Window of My Soul by Helen Sparrow
The glass shatters with a painful Nerve-jangling, ear-splitting crack Lethal shards skitter across the floor like bugs And catch the light a few hundred ways. …