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The glass splinters

Blood settling in the crevices

On the other side

Is what I need



I can see it clearly

I just can't get it

My fist goes forward

Back against the glass



The blood begins to run

Glass tearing into my skin

The cracks widening

With each hit I take



I know what I see

Is really there

But why can't I get at it

I don't understand



The pain starts to flow

Through my knuckles

I really shouldn't

Have hit that window again



And now I can't see

What I'm after

The cracks of broken glass

Block my view



But I know

If I just wait

The bleeding will stop

And the window will break...



But from the other side