You should see how beautiful it is.
It’s tiny, fragile, delicate.
A perfectly formed miniature crystal,
Thousands of years in the making.
A sunburst. A snowflake.
A seeding dandelion head, made of glass.
And I didn’t ask for it.

I fought when it was presented to me.
But it was so breathtaking.
Couldn’t help but admire it.
I let my guard down, only once.
To confess.
And now it’s mine.
To protect.
To behold.

And I love it.
Love looking at it.
I like to think.,
No one, no one else in the entire world.
No one has one like mine.
As much a part of me as my fingerprints,
Only better.

But I also fear it.
It’s worth so much.
Suspended weightlessly in my breath like a song,
A flawless pitch I can’t hold much longer.
I just know I’ll break it.

It will chip.
Wear.
Crunch.
Shatter.
Crumble.
All my fault.

So now that I’ve got it,
And it’s mine only mine.
If destined to be ruined,
Is it better to stomp-crunch-and-mourn
All and then none?

Or watch it decay?
Bit by bit, hour by hour.
Just a corner missing,
Now a scratch.
And that guilt

Maybe I’ll eat it.
Swallow and let it rip apart my insides for me.
End us both,
Beauty and the beast.

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