Like glass that shatters
with a high, shrill voice
words
splinter my feelings
they fall
as shards of mirror
left for me
to see myself
broken and fragmented

I try to pick them up
they pierce and cut
I let them lie
awhile
and
finally sweep them aside
placing them
with all the other pieces
of myself
I no longer wish to see.

How soon
will that be
all
that's left
?