I hate glitter;
It gets all over my hands and
Takes forever to wash off. And I
See it on the subway floors
And glistening under streetlights.
I step outside
And glitter falls from the sky.
Glinting in the fading sun
Lamps lighting the way.
Glitter everywhere I turn,
On the street,
The sidewalk,
The air.
I look up and
Some glitter falls into my eyes.
But it doesn’t burn.
It doesn’t itch.
It melts on my skin,
Gently,
Quietly.
The white glitter on the ground
Imprinted with footprints.
I must go to my destination.
Time will come again
For the glitter or fall.
For once, I don’t hate it.
For once, I anticipate it.
This was written by our contributing writer, Lauren DeSantis.
Image Source: Pexels, Duren Williams
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