A broken vase,
shattered remains of an artifact
so precious and fragile.
The carpet
now dangerous, taunts
innocent feet
with its magnificent gleam
of colored mirror,
fluorescent garbage,
eye-catching horror.
It seduces,
knowing that when in reach
this carnivorous plant
will snare its prey
within its evil, bloodthirsty
and treacherous claws.

It was just her luck
to walk by and witness the sight.
Trapped, she tried to clean it up.
Unforgiving lacerations scar her
innocent hands,
gentle fingertips.
She cannot cry,
it will only make more of a mess.
A woman can only stay strong for so long.
She didn’t cause this catastrophe,
merely attempted to fulfill her civil duty.
Do not blame her,
the glass is already doing that.
She works dutifully in pain – her attempts are vain,
for the carpet will never be the same.