Its best to leave it shattered in the end

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I lay in the floor, staring at the ceiling I could feel all the tiny pieces digging into my skin
I sat up
Gathering the giant shards and littler pieces into my hands I didn't even flinch when they sliced my skin

Was I bleeding?
Maybe but that wasn't on my mind

I carefully took each shard placing it into each right place like a puzzle
A painful and sharp puzzle
I knew where everything went I had done this so many times before I knew how it would end I knew how it would just restart the loop the cycle but I had to fix it somehow
Fix us somehow

And piece by piece shard by shard
I slowly rebuilt the fragile house
The house itself was breakable so with careful hands I put the pieces into their places and smiled when I finished
And the light refracted through it every shard every piece glowed in the sunlight
It painted the world around me with rainbow light
And of course it never lasted long
I opened the door to the house the cut shards still digging into my skin
I could feel the pieces in my skin through my feet through my fingers I felt the glass embedded into my body but I continued into the house but it started shaking and
I knew what was gonna happen next
All the rainbow light
The obliviousness to the pain around me
It was all gone as the shards were blown out and into me each piece hitting my body like it did before the once rainbow light was know replaced with darkness

I woke up again in the same place I did earlier on the floor staring at the ceiling
But as I got up to put the pieces back together someone stopped me some invisible force took the shards in my hands and through them to the side taking my hands in theirs and bring me out of the glass filled floor I don't know where I was being taken but I had a feeling that wherever it was would be made of something less fragile than glass

Somewhere I didn't Have to fix anything anymore.

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