i wonder.
i always wonder
why the pieces begun to shatter.
pieces? what pieces?
i just saw a glass been broke
it terrifies me—
making me almost choke
i don't know why
but i remembered
sitting there anxiously
with blood, droplets of blood
coming out from me.
i wasn't talking about it literally
and no, there isn't blood—
but i bleed,
i bleed through the pages of the ink;
writing the frustrations away
before this madness
comes astray.
