Break It

This poem is from June when I was going through some tough times....I felt very destructive....

Break it
                                        let it crack and shatter
         in your hands

a hundred tear shaped pieces
              fall to the floor

                                  one sharp edge slice your
                                      fingertip

      pulsating

                            red

      cries a thousand cells
      for life

smeared on the broken reflection

Author's Note

Critiques are welcomed and appreciated!

Reviews

[Juliet]

I really enjoy the image you're portraying here. It's dark, but isn't ridiculous and gory. :) Sorry to hear you were having a hard time.

Did you mean to put "slice" or "slices"?