Glass

It’s a question of life and death

I didn’t tell you that

I said

I want a piece of you

And you said. No.

It’s fine, I guess

Fine. What’s one more death

You may smile, nod

Feel puzzled

You may remember a moment

Do you think you will?

Maybe not

A moment

Your face ashen

When you said no, I can’t

I smiled, of course

Said. I’m sorry

Walked away from you

And died.

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