broken
Unexpected, a slip
Of the hand
Her limbs freeze
Glued to the point of Destruction.
Glitter across the kitchen floor,
A portrait,
Symbolic.
Tears well up at the realisation
Time can’t undo now
If only I could’ve prevented it
Blood drawn
Dark, metallic red, dripping
Dripping, dripping,
A hiss leaves my mouth,
There’s no point crying over Spilled
Blood now
Sweeping, they join together Separate.
I always feel emotional breaking glass. And I don’t know why. A metaphor of my state perhaps.
