tipping over the blue vase your mouth spilled broken flowers with spit petals and thorns shot through my neck hearing it again shatters my hands scattered and swollen seeking the oily purchase of your skin slick with rage but petals in my mouth spill out broken teeth as thorns wash my eyes clean to the watermark on the floor where my hands split open a wooden table like flowers still listening to the crash of your mouth
i plunge my face deep and breathe in all the sharp pretty blue pieces to change everything