cold white glass
golden butterfly flowers circling
drifting slowly to the ground as if in slow motion
slivers of corelle exploding across the floor
too many glass splinters to collect
the voice booms
feels like it’s coming from inside my soul
surrounding like a swarm of angry wasps
shame
guilt
fix it…fix it…
faster
I’m sorry
JAJ Reflections 
Oh I felt this in every single line.
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