maelynslavik

there is a crack in the eye of man

like glass, the light in the fracture

is split like the millions who came before it

never to reform

Will we ever stop

Forming gaps for young children to fall through,

Teetering on the edge–          –swinging their legs. 

It's when we're 

driving along 

and it's the break of morning 

when the sun hasn't been awake for long enough 

to have warmed your still asleep body. 

Or it's when we're 

How I Accepted My Karma and Found Hope Again

Shoes worn by angry feet scuff up mirror floors,

and white paper faces with blue lines 

look down to see nothing reflected back 

but searing lights and