Dangerous Beauty

Everything once whole
now shattered all around me,
broken glass and sharp edges,

all angles,
all glittering light
bouncing and reflecting

becoming something glimmering
and somehow solid
a field of diamonds

oh how I wish just for once
to be hard as a diamond,
so I can begin to become

something glimmering too
without cutting myself
on myself.

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About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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