As the tension in this room
Can no longer bounce bullets off the walls,
The windows give up with a shattered sigh.
I begin to float through the doorframe.
My eyes slowly leak over the mess we’ve made.
While one foot reluctantly follows the other,
Crystal hail sparkles beneath me in the refrigerated glow.
Slipping and sliding over these tiles,
The light cannot settle on anything.
My resolve is wearing paper-thin
As the glass cuts through my skin,
The shock of pain is beautiful and cathartic.
I crave more of it, and so take another step.
Eyes closed, breathing in sharp contractions.
This numbness is ecstasy like never before.
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