Two

The glass shattered on the sidewalk,

The contents exploding forth in a frothy protest.

And then it all settles.

The loud crack rests on your ears,

And the liquid begins to calm.

You felt this sudden urge,

At the mere sight of me,

To throw the most expensive thing you own

On the ground.

Maybe you didn’t do it in reality,

But I saw this image of you

Heaving the bottle over your head,

Pulsing your body with all your might,

Pushing all the rage you feel directly into the shattered pieces.

And your heart was racing at the moment,

When glass touched the concrete and broke.

It wasn’t the glass’s fault.

It was your own.