Shattered
I set my glass on the table
It wobbles as I set it down fast
In a rush
Sirens is all I here
Everything is muffled
I ran out to the front yard
Glass still wobbling, moving closer to the edge
All in slow motion
All I hear is the thudding of my heart
The glass, frozen, on the edge
My heart stops
Crash
I hit the floor
The glass shatters to the smallest of pieces
I'll never see that glass the same as I once did
Copyright © Katie Boyd | Year Posted 2017
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