Hidden shards

Shards of perfume and broken words

are living peacefully

in this old walls

shards of love and tears

shards of time together.

Infinitesimal and mute

shards of lust and passion

slithering down in every corner

making metallic noises

blooming moaning shards.

Shards of forgotten hopes and pencil marks

have left their mark

in this wooden table

dark and wishful

black shards of light.

Covered with mould and time

shards of promises and never ending love

bear the rain

bear the sun

hopelessly hidden in park benches.

Shards of love and tenderness

light and winged

rose and exploded

leaving opalescent marks

on every single window

and every mirror.

Sharp, cold, boiling and alive

shards of hate and bile are looking at you

endlessly and bold

still shooting at you

after all these years .

Shards of self delusion float

rise & form clouds and storms

inside our houses

and workplaces

their lightning blinding us

killing us all

Keep falling like daggers in the rain

shards of fear and anxiety

deeper and deeper

keep entering the same place

like an endless sting

Shards of words

keep whispering on the walls

in crevices and over floors

keep mixing with the dust

keep murmuring

tiny shards of sound

Floating like dust and covering it all

shards of dreams and wishes

shards of diamantine

shards of mist

Shards of kisses and caresses

stay with us forever

mourning over our skin

dressing us

protecting us

tiny lively shards.

Originally published as tweets as @minafiction.