Toothless Dreaming

Like broken glass
In wrong hands
Edge on a pain
on a shard
on a pain
on an
Edge.

Weight becomes potential with mothers warnings
Wait because we’ve nowhere to go
Weight could
Wait, not yet
Don’t hold on

dont drop any

It falls through your hands
Falls as slowly as you watch it

Unable to relax
Like standing on an edge
Like holding your breath
Like firework’s crosshairs
Like a closing gap
Like an impact
Like broken glass

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