the way he looks at me
with anger lurking within his golden eyes
a fear of what is to come from his anger begins to suffocate me
pulsating into me like shards of glass
hoping for once the anger does not over power him
for I wish to be safe
I am tired of these cuts on my skin
from the shards of glass he has thrown
I know there is more within him than his anger
I know this is more than shattered glass