Picking my soul from the street.

And I shattered as if in two.
My soul broke with news of you.
Painted glass rained from my mouth,
as I hunched down,
and let my worries choke out.
Down came a raindrop,
into the street.
As if wanting my soul to greet.
So many colors did cut my throat,
the corners stained as red as a fox's dirty coat.
cover the gutter, all around my feet.
I'm caught in a downpour, the fall a steady, fast beat
Poor, poor me, picking my soul from the street.