The glass is holding something
Its behind my back, I cannot see it
Shattered. It shattered, crack clash I can hear the shards dance over the floor.
A little sliver pierces the bottom of my foot.
Or the side? There is blood.
There is blood everywhere!
When I came home, after I cleaned up the glass after I bandaged my food and cleaned it after
I slept and woke and bathed and went into the world and came back but before
I understood what was going on
There was blood everywhere.