Broken Glass Read Count : 10

Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

My hand reaches for the glass, only to find my grip has no hold.

It falls to the floor and the sound of it's shatter is heard throughout the house.

I reach down to pick up a piece of what was, only to cut my hand.

The blood runs, and I clean that wound.

I swept it only to leave a cut on the floor, a memory of what it was.


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