Between Coffee & Affection

six ღ the disease

the glass had fallen.
not only had the glass fallen,
but the water spilt,
the glass broke,
and nothing was left.
nothing except for the
broken pieces scattered about the floor,
and the water that spread like a disease.

yes, the water, like a disease,
because among the water
was those broken parts of glass
that cut like knives
and opened wounds.
it opened wounds
that would take long to heal,
and in filled the water.

into the wound and eventually
would infect everything it touched.
everything was contaminated
with broken parts and disease.
there was no cure for this
broken glass disease;
but there was a name.
the disease, if you must know,
was named emotions.

trust me, you wouldn't want
to become a victim.
all those victims of this disease
never heal.
just look at me; nothing is left.

i am a victim,
for all my water has spilt.