I started writing this back at the beginning of June 2013 and it’s been sitting on my desktop ever since. Every once in a while I change a word or open it to read it. It hasn’t changed much. I’ve just been waiting for the end to come to me.
I finally figured it out.
Like a shattered pane of glass
With razor edges and points
As the first line of defense
Wanting to lash out and make others suffer, too
Hoping to be swept up and put back together again
Wishing for a unicorn…