broken glass

 is there a feeling better than shards of glass piercing your skin?

obviously its painful, but not until you take the glass out. inside

of my hands it rests gently, avoiding veins and tendons, cutting 

through only the most unimportant muscle to give you that slice

of life and feeling you're missing in your day to day life. blood

twirls around the hole to drain only halted by the jagged edges 

of the glass. you're supposed to take it out, so you do, but now 

the blood spins out of the wound trailing paths through the lines

in my palms. i love you broken glass! you always make my day.