Broken Glass


He 

slammed.

 my.

heart.

against.

the kitchen table

until

shattered

like a broken bottle

was this 

what marriage 

was supposed to be

?

a shattering 

of we

?

and me 

sending frightened texts

til 

his fiancé 

grew 

sick 

of 

it

and begged 

ME

?…

?
to please 

please..

please

respect 

??

her engagement 
to 

MY

HUSBAND

?…

?
I wonder …

as bits 

and pieces 

of me

fell

around them 

did they dance

like lovers

in  sea kissed mists

?
my love letter 

in 

another woman’s hands

her lips.

upon.

his heart.

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