Saturday 9/18/2010 12:46:00 AM

the shadows near to touch her. in her perpetual state of sublime. her worn skirt barely concealing the tremble of her thighs. the window remains open. out there distant, but loud.

she tries on the glass. broken shards decorate her toes. wondering how others see through it. but all she can see is behind. she picks of the pieces of glass. that are there. since she lost her grip. on all those heavy containers with nothing much inside of them.

hastily she sweeps them up. another window she can't ever close again. another piece of heaven's puzzle to add to the growing pile.

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