Confessions of a Good Girl: A Poetry Collection

Glass Houses

People with stones

shouldn't throw them

at glass houses

for they will shatter

and reign down upon them

each shard

dancing in the light

shining as a thousand suns

they fall like glitter

a celebration of immensity

in the aftermath

the air is still and clear

and truth is binding

the brightness is painful

too hot to submit to the exposure

squint in anticipation

of really being able to see

of being able to know the truth