Broken Glass

Original Writing

Treading on broken glass from the house we once shared, our house, was a lot less painful than watching our house burn to the ground. The blood will seep from our pores for years to come, but only my sleeves will be stained with hopeless attempts at reviving a love once perfect, now forever lost.

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