as the sun hits every shard just right.
I notice a long stemmed rose consisting of nothing but glass.
I reach to enclose me and around the magnificent rose.
Expecting a smooth cold touch.
I hold it to the sun and look at the small rainbow it cast accros my cheek.
I wonder how something so small can make a cold dark world just a little brighter.
I look closer to see four drops of blood streaming sown the rose.
I open my hand to find four blood stained thorns and four open wounds.
I set the rose down.
Starring at the blood dripping down my wrist on to my arm.
Slowly and softly saying to myself.
Alas even glass roses have thorns