I didn’t know it was a sea of glass
That I was jumping into
Until I was already cut open.
What had looked so inviting and clear,
Now opaque and stained
With the crimson that had once flowed
Through my gentle veins.
The stitches that people offered
Were not enough
To sew me back together.
So I lay shattered,
Just like that beautiful, broken mess
That was the sea of glass.