so in the dark
you quickened your pace
jumped
right into my day

I didn’t hear the glass break in the night
by the morning light
there were
shattered bits
everywhere
cutting the pads of my feet?

so now
I’m cold
I’m crying
on the side of the road

Source: dawn isn’t something you want [NF 18:14] – Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm