I don't know where to go from here.
broken glass has shattered
in every which direction.
No matter where I step
the soles of my feet
will be cut deep,
deeeper,
and deeper
every time.
I can't stay here
but I'm not ready
for the sea of blood
that will follow.
Or maybe I am,
but I don't want it
to stain my feet.
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