m'gill

A broken mirror holding an unbroken sky,

A ghost admiring life,

Bearing witness to beauty,

Even when beauty bears no witness back.

A clumsy creature in a world of glass,

Catching loose reflections of the setting sun.

Bound to the brilliance that slivered my silver backing,

I remained where I fell.

My edges greet the curious hand with blood.

Gilded streaks pierce the endless blue,

where anthracite storms crawl across my scattered face.

Bless the light that never warms my skin. 

Born in the silence that followed the shattering,

I am the dust that settles on the shards.