Liquid prisms
Caught the light
Falling desperately
Sounding like
Shattering glass
Shards of hope
Splintering on
Checkered floors
Black and white
Copyrights
Stepping on
Red carpets
Unfolding
Flawed
Unraveling
Lazily across
Pressure points
Where mean girls
Wait to draw blood
And where dreams
Drown in the prisms
Of so many tears
HASTYWORDS 
Wow and ouch at the same time. Even prisms made of tears make rainbows from the light.
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
Light gets shattered.
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Love the poem… love the picture… I seem to recall doing something amusing with it during the war…
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