Shavings

… I am the broken window pane. The howling, whistling window holding the panes. The midday shield stopping two forces from fusing. Living in perpetuity. Intermittence is my daily goal. One light shines through me. A shadow casts itself on and beyond me. Yet I hold. Performing a balancing act of light and darkness for all to behold.

Only, small cracks start appearing around my corners. Threatening to destroy me whole. I yield one corner for light and one for darkness. So they may share in my presence: obsolescence and luminescence combined into one essence…

Written by Issa Dioume

Author’s website: Writing, Improving, Coffee

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