I dropped a glass today.
From the moment it slipped from my hands, my world went by in slow motion.
The falling glass looked so epic, I wanted to save it.
I felt overwhelming regret, letting it slip through my clumsy hands.
And as it hit the floor, I knew it was too late,
each shard reflected my face, my hopes, my fears.
Flying high, above the floor, sparking with pinks and greens and other colours of the spectrum.
And then gave up their attempt to fly, and sank back to the ground,
rattling for freedom, until they finally stopped dead.
And just lay there.
And lay there.
Ready to cut me.