Stones and Paperweights

You're throwing stones from a very high place. With a very smug look on

your very pretty face. But you forgot one thing in your rush to

be right. That your walls are as clear as the middle of the night.

I can see everything. I can see the cracks. I can see

the knives that you've hidden in your slacks. We lived in a palace,

crystal light, until you decided you wanted to fight. Now there's a

hole in the kitchen, a hole in the hall, and I'm watching

the roof finally start to fall. You're standing there screaming with a rock in your