I asked a friend who always walked barefoot on city streets:
What do you do when you step on a piece of glass.
She looked me in the eye while the words came rolling off her tongue:  

"I take it out... dummy"

I saw her beauty and heard her free sweet voice when we stood so close. Over time I grew very fond of her and then she broke my heart. I saw her gentle sway when she turned her back to me and walked away.

Ears ringing, endless tinnitus, droning the word 'dummy'.

I'm done with cute