Kintsugi by Michael L. Utley

In the winter hour Of my broken soul This fragile vase cannot contain My essence It sits cracked On the cornerstone of my hut Catching melting snow From which my heart drinks My soul, old and plain Cannot match the pace Of setting sun or rising moon Or brisk stream Nor can it Rival beautiful…

Sparkly Ashes by Bogdan Dragos

but hell was just a floor below in the living room There was a blazing fire in the fireplace and there were plenty of screams coming from mother and father They argued again And from upstairs, locked in her dim room, she knew that the gnashing of teeth and the shattering of glass would not…