Broken Glass

I broke a glass today
Desperate for my solitude
Furious at her control
She refused to say a word to me
Walked right by, defiantly weak
I was tired of her lies
First I slammed it on the table
Cold water splashed my hand
And spattered the light wood, clear
Head high she walked past
Both of us silently screaming out loud
And I turned around and threw it
I didn't see it in slow motion
I never saw what surface it hit
But the shattering sound was symphonic
The glint of cheap glass flying everywhere
Breathtaking, glorious sight to behold
And I loved the violence it embodied
The sound was perfect for the emotion
My anger was intolerable with tears
But I dont think she even noticed
*******
In the aftermath I pick up the pieces
Loving every tiny bit of myself in glass
But there was no victory in my release
And I find a pyramid shaped slice
Stress marks, thick from the base of the glass
Slip it into my pocket as a reminder
I think about what it means to have loved throwing it
The violence. I loved the shattering, the pieces...
My control over myself is slipping slowly
What I am left with is broken glass

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