Glass Ball
By Daisy Dai
Goad a man
and they are
as good
as dead
their pride
their downfall
their ego
too fragile, like
a glass ball on
a glossy pedestal,
one gentle tap
the wrong way
will send them whirling
to the ground
twirling
as they
waft
down
ward
their whole being breaking before
they even realize
they can catch
themselves
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