Broken glass....

I look at the broken glass
i see it shimmer and shine
Glimmer and gleam.
I watch the refelctions
Scattered over the ground
I carefully pick up a piece
Hold it inbetween my thumb
And forefinger
It looks like nothing.
I sqeeze it in my grip
Blood starts to drip from my hand.
I watch it hit the floor
I drop the glass
"I feel nothing" I say quietly
As I put my hand over the bowl
Hearing my blood drip into it
I hear the clock tick away the time
I must hurry
I start to wonder "Should I really want to hurt him,
Sending this vengence goddess after him".





Darkest wishes
Sam