Where you saw glass, lay diamonds.
Did you feel the shattering of glass as she sat in silence? And did you see how that glass cascaded weeping hues of colour through the darkness? Did you hear her violent muted screams in the silence of your world? Did you sense the distant echo of her anger as it transcended her mind and became the very shadows that carresed you beyond the view of light? Did shards of her existence splinter your mind as she endured the slow torturous destruction of internal implosion? Did you know beneath the glass lay diamonds spilling through the universe, slipping through your open fingers.
Karen Hayward ©2016