Falling Through Glass

 

I’m falling through glass

And I’m drowning in shards

Sharp as ice

Cold as blades

 

Blood on my hands

I’m seeing stars

 

Not because I’ve hit my head

But because the stars are out

Holes in Heaven

Balls of Burning Gas

Bright and white

Against a sticky tar sky

 

A kite bobs its head above me

A night flyer

Yellow

It floats dreamily

It too seems to stick to the tar

Refusing to come back down

 

I lie back against the soft sharpness

My cheek against cool tarmac

And I watch the tar fade

Into the cool blue ice

Of day break.

 

And now I’m slipping

 

Time goes on

 

But I don't.

 

Reviews

[Laura E. Aranda]

ooooohhhh
I like this one! It doesn't dissapoint....by that i mean
it lives up to its grand title! very imaginative! Good luck in the contest!
Cheers,lea

[jumbie's #1 fan]

Hey this is pretty good, you should enter it in the Through the Glass contest and see if you win