A Diamond Planet

I’ll break into half someday.

You will not.

I’ll chip..like a small cup. An English tea cup. They’re so elegant.

Nothing will happen to you.

Or I’ll crack..like a sheet of glass that slips from a shelf because no one wanted it in their window pane.

You are not made of glass, darling.

I can hear the soft shatters under every step of mine. Someday I will stop hearing them.

Yet, you do not hear me.

Your steps are so silent, my dear.


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