Thursday, March 4, 2004

Obsidian Sliver

Shattered Obsidian
From the tap of a hammer
Still has its infinitesimal beauty
But can never be what it once was
As blood from cuts unintentional
Stains the glassy surface.


** published in Creative Writing, Volume 1, 2004 Edition as "Shattered Obsidian"

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