The Accident
Someone took the glass away.
At a turning point.
I saw them in the woods.
I got dragged away.
I kept two sets of keys.
I don’t know what a house could be.
Something living in a room.
Or a bed being a bed in a room.
Race around with a shard.
I kept two of them.
Someone always takes the glass away.
I am two of them.
Pain being wrapped up snug.
By my own growing fur.
Things I can’t remember.
Like where that T-shirt went.
Someone stole my keys.
I kept them all.
I am a room surrounded by the concept of what a home is.
It hurt.
The construction workers took the glass away.
The keys got tossed.
But not by me.
I saw them tossed into the bushes.
Every time I remember the accident differently.
They left a few pieces behind.
I wish I knew.
But all I know is shards.
Someone took the glass away.
I found the keychain but not the key.
I used to have two sets of keys.
Then I got dragged away.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2025
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