Snow, Glass and Blood (So Much Blood)

The floor was thick with snow

Blown in through the broken windows

Mixing with the shattered glass.

 

You stood in the centre of the room

Your eyes brooding

As you watched me take it all in.

 

It wasn’t hard to recognize

That you blamed me for everything

The snow, the cold, the glass.

 

And I wanted so badly to tell you

That I blamed you just as completely

For your part in it all.

 

But I didn’t.

I never do.

And that’s the difference between us.

 

Our footsteps stood out clearly

In the deep drifts which gathered

In every corner of the room.

 

But even clearer was the blood

Drips and puddles of it

Winding across the room to the body.

 

You blamed me for the blood

Even worse than you blamed me for

Everything else about that day.

 

Like it was me who bled

Or worse, that it was me who’d

Made them bleed.

 

But it wasn’t.

Of course it wasn’t.

And that was the other difference between us.

 

 

I just didn’t realize it.

Didn’t realize what you were

Not until it was too late…

 

The floor was thick with snow

Blown in through the broken windows

Mixing with the shattered glass.

And with the blood.

So much blood.

 

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[Beatrice Mars]

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