Glass Unbroken # 64 Claine Keily

It is hard to
remember to
chronicle the easier times
when the ponds
were full of fish
and the windows
were made of
glass unbroken

Now she chews
through her pain
and forgets
she ever tasted a life
where she
trespassed borders
with shiny bracelets
about her
ankles
and no bruises
on her knees