buried in a bottle

Shatters shred skin tattered, twinkling in the dark.
Stars abandoned in the trashlane, glass ground crystal.
Cuts as deep as your breath.
Shallow as the grave you gave up digging.
Nothing so serene as sleep with no dreams.

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