I remember it now
Coming back to me after a small lifetime of years.

In the schoolyard after class.
A sparkle in the corner of my eye,
So shiny.

A broken bottle
A shard of glass
So pretty
I picked it up

Will anybody notice?
Will anybody see?

Nobody noticed.

Jealous of a classmates bandage
Their war wound, scarred while living life
Having fun.

Squeezing the glass until it breaks the skin
Red
Red red red
Blood blooming blossoming so beautiful

But it hurts so bad.

Why was I jealous of blood?

I have more now anyway,
My own scar from living life.