How to Fix a Broken Window


there is no such thing as luck,
only bad luck,
and this is no mirror.

i spied into this portal,
many times –

seeing her spread
under soft lights and moaning,
spitting out the filthiest things.

this is where she sat
and stared,
waiting for saviors to come
and salivate at her lap.

she once threw her possessions
from here, a sick smile
spreading as her dresses
glided down to the street.

once, it was with her fist.
another time, a swift kick
from the outside in –
and so much glass.

every shard found a way
to her heart,
where it reflected a light
she didn’t even know existed.