SHARP PEICE OF GLASS
I found something beautiful the other day on my way home.
A lovely broken piece of glass. A very sharp object
Yet variable in its shape and nature.
It was so amazing that it was so shocking for me to find a magnificent piece of treasure...
It was as if me finding it was meant to happen. Fate. Destiny.
I picked it up and when I did, it gave me a minor cut that pricked my finger. But I didnt care
I was too consumed with its beauty.
I went home and up to my room and examined the intricate details of the broken piece of glass.
I got carried away thinking how this glass having contact with my wrist would give me extreme happiness and joy.
A sensation strong one Ive never felt before.
Its inconceivable how that little piece of glass was delicate and fragile and yet it was able to do something horrific.
I was able to KILL leaving an ugly mess of cherry red blood behind.
A lovely broken piece of glass. A very sharp object
Yet variable in its shape and nature.
It was so amazing that it was so shocking for me to find a magnificent piece of treasure...
It was as if me finding it was meant to happen. Fate. Destiny.
I picked it up and when I did, it gave me a minor cut that pricked my finger. But I didnt care
I was too consumed with its beauty.
I went home and up to my room and examined the intricate details of the broken piece of glass.
I got carried away thinking how this glass having contact with my wrist would give me extreme happiness and joy.
A sensation strong one Ive never felt before.
Its inconceivable how that little piece of glass was delicate and fragile and yet it was able to do something horrific.
I was able to KILL leaving an ugly mess of cherry red blood behind.