Broken Window

Like a window smashed, waxing accidental cracking of glass; canyons mapped as light refracts fast, captured through snapping fragments and gaps. Hung unintact, procrastinating its shattered collapse, stress tracks have the last laugh as paths from impact form webs and traps. Gilded, a net of gold wraps as fractured attack grasps before being scattered and blackened to an abstract mass of countless unmatching halves. Tangled, travelling passions cast into a savagely scratched mask; mouth closed, asphyxiated, and afraid to gasp.