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Broken Glass

Holding on to this broken glass,
blood pouring from fresh wounds,
Holding on to this broken glass,
Over pain, the pleasure cacoons,
Holding my hand, tilted,
blood running toward my little finger,
Holding my hand, titled,
After the bloods cleared the scar will linger,
Holding my wound, fingers pressing hard,
pain surging, pulsing, throbbing,
Holding my wound, fingers pressing hard,
Blood under my nails, never sobbing,
Releasing my hand, looking upon my wound,
Seeing the flesh, how it's cut apart,
Releasing my hand, looking upon my wound,
the one you created, upon my heart.