From Issue 7: The Shattered Glass

The Shattered Glass Angel LaCanfora This is the time of the shattered glass- The drain clogged with the hairs of my cares and worries and outside, snow is flurrying and I slosh through the slurry of mourning- every noon and night. This is the time of the shattered glass- Green bottles breaking. I’m trying to…

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