no harm

was meant

but it seems

children can be

as cruel as anyone

else and our unsubtle

words (apparently) broke

your heart until all that was

left was what could not break-

the sharp edges small and hard,

inflexible and rigid, the kind of glass

that sinks into soft skin when someone

tries to pick it up: too small to bother fixing

and too stubborn to manage to be thrown away

so you drew into yourself so that no one else could

be hurt by your pain until we never bothered to notice it.