Trembling I reach for the water
Picked up the glass
Only to watch it fall to the ground
Trembling again.
Blurry vision.
I manage to pick up
The broken,
shattered pieces of glass
...But pain arises
I cut myself
Rummaging around for a dressing
I fall on top of the glass
The pieces of glass cut me,
every side of my body
Aching and trembling more than before
Leaving me thinking about
The night that you had done that
With just your anger
And I lay still that night too
Aching and trembling more than before