“Rainstorms are incredible: falling shards of glass, the air full of diamonds.”
“My head is full of fireand grief and my tongueruns wild, piercedwith shards of glass.”
“Shards of glass fell down like lacerated rain”
“Resentment is the worst. Because unlike sadness or anger, it lingers, dangling overhead like a chandelier of shattered glass. At any given moment a shard can fall and slice through an old wound.”
“The stars cut into the inky black sky, like glinting shards of glass.”
“The months fall to shards at my feet.”