There
was a lot of broken glass everywhere. She was bleeding and sobbing before she even saw him.
YOU ARE READING
End of Rush Anthology
PoetryHave you ever felt so distracted by work that you had no time to enjoy your life? You've found that every day is a blur of deadlines and stress. Every evening you come home exhausted and ready to collapse, but still have to suffer through more work...
Broken Glass
There
was a lot of broken glass everywhere. She was bleeding and sobbing before she even saw him.
