Don't touch me.
I will hurt you.
I am nothing but jagged glass pieces
held together
by weakened threads.
Whenever I smile,
lift a coffee mug,
move one foot in front of another,
turn my neck,
I cut myself.
-every inch of flesh,
-every nerve,
- every muscle.
To save me is to shoot me.
Hot bullets
shattering into fine glass ash,
making home on the beach
soothed by warm liquid salt,
forever.
Do not be concerned
about the bloody carnage-
I have no more blood to bleed.
Just decorate me
with
rainbowed shells, friend,
or gather me in
your healing hands
and build a castle.
Celebrate
that I now have a
part
in the shore's performance,
so that I too
can at last
dance.