by Elliot Janasek
Delicate Emerald Glass
Clear water swaying gently, harsh
Light piercing the water, reflecting
A forest of light
Eyes lost in the hypnotic foliage
Like a snowflake, cracks forming
Glass half full
Glass half empty
What once was full
Is now empty
Seeping, trickling out, careless
Foolish Foolish FOOLISH
River, vengeful torrent now roaring
Water rushing red -- bloody, inky, melancholy
Crimson all that remains, pure water replaced entirely
Pressure pressure, beautiful Emerald Glass
Now tainted with the cracks
Pressure pressure, when will enough be enough?
When will it be heard, the shattering
Glass -- dangerous, stay away
It doesn’t shatter
It tried, it wanted to
To shatter is to hurt less
To leave behind the shame of cracking the glass
The guilt, “I didn’t mean to.”
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Elliot Janasek was raised in Oregon, later moving to Colorful Colorado. This full-time high school student has a passion for art and literature, his art often found hanging in local malls. Whether it be laughing with friends or playing tug of war with his dog, he finds joy in those around him.
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