The pieces crashed to the floor
But instead of putting them back together
I swept them into a dustpan, and put them in the trash.
It was hard to get every piece on that first go, and once in a while I step on a piece.
Hard and sharp, my foot bleeds.
I curse and put the shard into the trash.
I bandage my feet and step carefully around the floor to avoid stepping on any other pieces.
Sometimes I go days without stepping on any shards.
But that became exhausting, tip toeing around, avoiding the broken. Plus the bandages were becoming soggy and suffocating.
I peeled off the bandages and began to step. slowly at first. becoming less afraid if I stepped on a piece from time to time.
What’s a little blood? Anyhow, my heels have always been cracked.
