Shattered (or Breaking Up is Not So Hard to Do)
My world is shattered. Isn’t yours? Don’t you walk on shards of broken glass? Each step painful and bloody? The taste of sweat and tears, salt and salt Teasing your tongue? Forgive me if I add an extra step here and there. A little rhythm, a little move of hip or arm. Don’t call it dancing. Don’t –... Sign in to see full entry.