shattered

like a slow-moving spider
in the heat of a summer’s night
it silently crawled across itself
branching out
until there remained nowhere left
to go

shattered glass knows no pain
when it dies in corners
it stops…merely ends
like a washed-out dead-end street
on yesterday’s road map
before the heavy equipment rolled in
and altered the signs… 

turns out there was no true north
after all

shattered