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Cruel
Shards that glitter
Ice?
No.
Glass.
Delicately slice
Handfuls of ribbons
Unraveling my fingerprints
I leave myself
In bright, red prints
On your cool, blue surface
Hard, cold, sharp
Cruel.
Ice?
No.
Glass.
Delicately slice
Handfuls of ribbons
Unraveling my fingerprints
I leave myself
In bright, red prints
On your cool, blue surface
Hard, cold, sharp
Cruel.
Published 22nd May 2024
Author's Note
This was a reflection of cruelty written for a brevity competition on allpoetry. The prompt was cruel, and it had a word limit.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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