We broke my heart in places
I did not know could break.
What I’d thought real,
you proved fake.
This glass house
with a broken window,
full of light now,
and ever-aching.
I’ve returned to these words
like a refugee
clambers, red-faced,
back to love,
saying only,
please.
Tess Hunt was born and raised in Los Altos, California. She won first prize in a statewide writing contest in 6th grade, called “Open Up Your Neighborhoods, Open Up Your Hearts.” She knew she could never possibly top this accomplishment, so she threw her computer out of an (open) second story window and has written by hand in solitude ever since. Her work has been published in Mad Swirl and she pretty much always wants a Diet Coke but is not going to cave.
