I watched it fall.
The glass seemed to float in the air.
Until, finally, taking its fate as a shattered mess on the kitchen floor.
That is the moment my brain always seems to go back to when I do something wrong.
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The Monsters Inside
PoesíaA year ago I had a poetry book called, "The Monsters Inside". It started to get pretty popular, but I took it down because I was very self conscious of my writing. I've decided to put it back up because I'm trying to be a more confident person. Some...
