When Glitter Becomes Glass

Have you ever thrown a fistful of glitter in the air?

Do it,

Watch how light shimmers down to the ground.

Then when you do it,

You just might remember why I’m not around.  

Touch it,

Feel it slip like sand between you fingers.

When your next piece comes at the dinner table,

We’ll see how long he lingers.  

I have thrown a fistful of glitter in the air.

I heard the sounds of glass shards

cutting my skin bare.  

The glitter sticks in drying scars

and turns my muscles to red crystals,

Cleansing the wounds with salt,

And bandage them with Thistles.  

I’m telling these tears, saying;

Fall away,

Fall away,

May the last one burn into flame.  

Have you ever thrown a fist full of glass in the air?

I have.

And I’ve got scars to prove it.