Trembling I reach for the water

Picked up the glass
Only to watch it fall to the ground
Trembling again.
Blurry vision.
I manage to pick up
The broken,
shattered pieces of glass
...But pain arises
I cut myself


Rummaging around for a dressing
I fall on top of the glass
The pieces of glass cut me,
every side of my body

Aching and trembling more than before
Leaving me thinking about
The night that you had done that
With just your anger

And I lay still that night too

Aching and trembling more than before