darkness_at_the_break_of_noon x stepping slowly, dizzied by the half light, i try to avoid the pieces dusty floor painted over to hide flaws only from the eyes bare feet sensitive from underuse, sheltered from harsh weather only in shoes the side of my foot brushes against a shard and it clinks with another distracted by the pain and loss my senses are clouded then punctured and bleeding i pull out jagged edges barely defined by light my heart broken, and me broken by my heart 020830 what's it to you? who go blather from