Shattered Pile of Glass

A shattered pile

of clear glass,

all jagged edges

and painted arms.

.

Each person

tried

to hold it tight,

each person,

tried to juvenate

their vision.

.

Looking down at my hands,

I see red

and am blue,

like the veins

in an anatomical drawing.

.

My painted arms

lie with the rest

in that pile

of clear glass.

My painted arms

were my tint.

.

Every tint

lies atop the other

in the pile.

.

As the clear glass,

melts into water

nothingness

The tinted glass

melts

into opaque blackness.

There is no vision

anymore.

 

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