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A quickie...


I stepped into the elevator, going down,
And the floor sparkled,
I first thought, "broken glass"
And then "it's glitter".

I wish it had been the other way around.
Then I might have stooped
And run my hand across the carpet
And known for sure.

But I told myself it's glitter,
And it's late, and I need
To go home.  When I knew, inside,
I was afraid.



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Jun. 3rd, 2008 01:24 am (UTC)
Nice! This appeals to the broken inside, the risk-taker, and the one who used to walk right up to the edge and curl her toes around it as she leaned over and thought really hard about just letting go and falling.
Jun. 3rd, 2008 03:55 am (UTC)
Thank you! :-) But yes, if your very first thought is how something might hurt you, it's a damn sight harder pushing yourself to do it, no matter how fun it looks like it could be, no matter how much you tell yourself it really is harmless and, sheesh, how it wouldn't hurt you that much even if you were wrong. But that's how it is.
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