Flash Poetry: “Glass Castle”

You never know how

A glass castle will crumble

Until the last rock flung

Finally flies right through

The closed window

Some pieces are massive

Made from the grinding sands

Of time

Other pieces are so small,

So infinitesimal

that there’s no chance that

They’ll ever be redeemed.

This castle can’t be put back together

No, it’ll never fit

Its original form again.

Broken glass like this

Can only

Be ground

To stardust.

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