A history with glass

Things break. Like hearts
sometimes a fine crack is
all it takes
sometimes a hurricane

often a stone
one thrown
from a distance

even, and time plays tricks on the mind. Time plays
all the cards face down.

Things break. Like minds
cast against incredible storms we steer

towards calmer waters that may or may not exist
in our hearts  

before they are completely broken
and run adrift.
 
A history with glass starts
with sand. And the presence of hell

in everything we do there is a memory
of what will come to pass

sunlight through a prism. Darkness
in a prison. The tinkling of

a smile. The knives in our sides
pulling inside and out
to create a tapestry of mischief

And disbelief.