spite

And in spite of all terror, spit in their face,

crush shards of broken glass beneath your feet.

I was never brave, but learned it long ago.

Some things are so, slow dawn,

grey light that does not fade but grows to bright.

You do not need it all.

But learn to eat glass.

Let it fall from your lips as diamonds.

 

© 2019 Anna-Christina Betekhtin, All Rights Reserved.

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