Broken Lives...


Broken Lives...


I raise my hands to the glass

The coolness sends a shiver throughout my body.

I open my eyes and look up

The rain pours down towards me.

I move my fingers slowly

The glass instantly turns on me

And breaks.

I gasp as it shatters

But I dare not move


I feel blood make it’s way down

The truth in the pieces falling to the


I raise my eyes back to the glass

The broken lives inside have finally



surreal poetry
Kylee Cheyanne
Kylee Cheyanne
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