Glass

Jerad Allen

Shattered-shards-sharp
Cutting wrists
Agony-torment-glass
Is this real? Yes, real.
Anger, sadness, violent-glass
Cutting; hot blood dripping
Down the wall
Drip
    Drip
        Drip
            Glass

Out of control
-Emotion-
“Control yourself!” I say.
Excitement-relief
Glass

Pain-adrenaline-accomplishment
Blood soaks my clothes,
Pools on the floor-
Pools of crimson
Glass

Gashes-scrapes-scars
Torture, pain--glass
Attempt to was away the blood
Blood dried on my hands
The floor; stained floor
Cover it-clean it
Glass

Clean-sterile-bleach
Wiping up puddle of blood
From the floor
From my arms
Glass

Is this a dream? Only a dream.
A fragment of a dream?
A nightmare.
No-this is real.
Why? Why pain? Why this?
Why me?
Thoughts running through my mind-
Because of you? Maybe.
Yes, it’s you.
I don’t want it to be-
But it is.
Or is it me? Yes me, all me.
Glass

Weak-I am weak,
Exhausted-drained body
Upset yet content
Glass

I stagger from the bathroom,
To the bedroom
Delirium-darkness
I collapse on my bed
Bloody-fragile
Glass