Broken Shards – NaPoWriMo 2016 Day 15
Broken shards Broken shards all around, Pricking, poking from the ground. Kneeling down to peer at it, A broken face stares at you, bereft. Is that you, in those shards? What happened here to...
Broken shards Broken shards all around, Pricking, poking from the ground. Kneeling down to peer at it, A broken face stares at you, bereft. Is that you, in those shards? What happened here to...