Glass Shards

Some people don't know, but fact of it is this: our heartbeats could fracture at any moment, each beat bringing us closer to uncertain end.

I don't know everything, but sometimes it feels like my heartbeat might explode into a billion pieces of glass.

I don't know everything, but I do know that there is only one person that is holding mine together.

I should introduce Him to you; His name is Joshua. He has one webbed toe and a sunspot on his lip.

He is the one who gathers up our fragments. He is holding a ball of artery-string in one hand, and a bag of reconstituted blood in the other. He eats our glass shards, sometimes His throat is sore.

© zen Sutherland / flickr (Creative Commons)

We are so very collapsible, and our deckchair lungs fold into neat origami shapes.

Humans are used to being boxed into places where they think they should be. The truth is that most bend and splinter as they hide in their corners, without thinking twice about something stronger to lean on.

Some people don't know, but there was once somebody who broke our ending and started something new.

Lauren Dymke 
…to be continued next issue