Land of Fragments

Tilt

Hold a beverage and a ruined reflection, underestimated my trajection, a =
Single pane is all that separates us, thank goodness that the glass is =
Gracious. How can this shattered vessel hold up under such close =
Scrutiny, cruel light is cracking every mirror that ever flattened my =
Variety. I'm the fairest in a land of fragments, target window stained =
With time's advancement, I'll hold the note so high, or tie it to a =
Brick and let it fly. You set up a brand new sheet of see through, a =
Double thickness will just break twice, cold air rushing in, through the =
Fracture we saw the flaw in the glare.
Submitted by: Mel