Broken Crystal I looked in the mirror and what did I see?A pale, gaunt stranger looking at me.I’m falling apartwith a heavy heart.Veils and visions, where do I begin?Whispering why me to the wind.Rage boils within my veins,Everything blurs into tears and bloodstains… There was broken crystal on the bathroom floor,Broken crystal and nothing more.Continue reading “Broken Crystal”
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Colleen Keller Breuning 