Shattered Glass Dipped In Red: Four Shards; Third Shard

Third Shard But black I could clearly see where the past dried And the new began I need to clean this dried blood Before more comes Damage control Before I could even I collapse I’ve lost too much I can’t move What’s happening ? What do I do ? I need to clean “There’s nothing left.” With the strength I have left I take a large shard of glass And cut my forearm No red I cut again Nothing I cut again And again And again Nothing There’s nothing left But scars A shell