Cleancut Stories

It's funny: I was taking out some shattered glass from my home (Since my great grandmother broke a glass table and a clock) and I noticed that a piece of glass cut through a second bag, but, not the first bag that I put it in. This fueled my thought to make this poem, describing how glass can metaphorically (And quite literally) cut people deep through the reflection of who they are and how they see themselves. "Force is needed: a place to hang" is saying "People may force you to view yourself a certain way" comparing the real life situation of moving a mirror in a certain spot to see a certain angle of the reflection. "Glass is heavy; mystery: behold" being that glass can be literally heavier than expected, as well as it's ability to reflect weighing heavily on us. The mystery for us to behold is that nothing we ever see in the mirror is clear. People may see different things.

Ever talked to a ghost before? Or even fall in love with one? Meet Daisy. Daisy was an eighteen-year-old girl with blonde, golden hair who loved to wear sundresses and read. Tiffany, her best friend would've called her a pure angel by heart. Daisy was sure she thought she had fallen in and out of love with a curly boy named Tyler when he kissed her in sophomore year. But that was until she met Julian . . . A nineteen-year-old ghost with a white t-shirt tucked into his jeans and black belt to complete the look of James Dean. Until Julian, she realized she never knew love after all. Until Julian, she realized that death wasn't one of her fears anymore.