She runs to the sink
The glass falls from her hand
The fragile stem shatters as it reaches the sink bottom
She's looks in horror
Tries to pick up the pieces
Glass fills her mouth
She coughs trying to spit out the shards
Groping inside her mouth to pull out the pieces
She turns to tell him she can't get it out
He doesn't see what's wrong
She's frantic thinking she'll never speak
The glass is starting to fall down her throat
As she's gasps for the last bits of air
she wakes up
Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 11:10 PM UTC
She runs to the sink
The glass falls from her hand
The fragile stem shatters as it reaches the sink bottom
She's looks in horror
Tries to pick up the pieces
Glass fills her mouth
She coughs trying to spit out the shards
Groping inside her mouth to pull out the pieces
She turns to tell him she can't get it out
He doesn't see what's wrong
She's frantic thinking she'll never speak
The glass is starting to fall down her throat
As she's gasps for the last bits of air
she wakes up
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