the shatter of object as it crashes to the ground from the force that brought it down.
the satisfaction it brings in the second of the brokenness.
like it represented me.
shattering across the floor, pieces flying off to places never to be found again.
the flaw concludes to time.
shattering feeling i feel lasted so much longer --
pieces picked up and thrown onto the floor,
shards of me broken to dust.
blow them away and hide this mess of me.
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