sweeping

rejoicing in the moment of breaking apart that youd been waiting so long for, through two or more springs you held your head low, grieving, all the deaths and stabs and the close-calls- being there when the doctors created that scar on your face and now you keep a beard. shielding you, shielding me. suddenly sun shone in the window on the shards on the floor, like dew in the yard, like glasknacht or whatever its called, and i saw that they were so small, all i had to do was sweep them up. so im sweeping.