Sea Glass

I was born of litter on the seashore
Sparkling new but trimmed with jagged borders


Biting fools who crept too near me
Ignoring unrelenting tides


Water smoothed my edges
And dulled my sparkling hide


What's left of this
Is soft and dead


Not me
At all.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

love the allegory i see here...her heart is a shell of what it used to be...
those jagged borders always dangerous like jelly fish...but too many men dulled her sparkle...
and now...
this reminds me so much of Plath....and what Ted did to her.
great piece
j.