Valentina Cano: The Jagged Edge

Sharp Objects


I’d barely seen him,
his body angled like a knife
around the hallway,
his profile pushing the night back
like a flashlight.
My voice crystallized
and cracked into shards,
so when he spoke,
I had nothing to say.
Sometimes, even now,
I still feel like
I’m picking up glittering pieces.



—Valentina Cano


Copyright© 2012, by Valentina Cano. All Rights Reserved.


Valentina Cano is a student of classical singing who spends whatever free time she has either writing or reading. Her works have appeared in Popshot, Golden Sparrow Literary Review, The Black Fox Literary Magazine, Ontologica, Spinozablue, Congruent Spaces Magazine, and Danse Macabre among numerous others. You can find her here:

Valentina Cano: The Jagged Edge
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