Safety Glass

When he is at his most fragile,
when he is at his breaking point,
he must always remember:

if he is broken,
he is good for little more
than cutting anyone
who reaches out to him.

If he is to be saved,
if he is to save himself,
He will have to become
safety glass,

and shatter
in predictable ways,
less slivering,
more crumbling.

He will have to break
without wearing anyone else’s blood;
there is enough on his hands,
as is.

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