Reflection

as he stepped on the broken glass
he thought he heard a very faint cry
looking down at the shattered pieces
he saw his wife’s reflection
staring up at him

he grabbed the broom-
the one he hit her with
the night before,
swept up the pieces
and threw them in the trash

later that day, barefoot,
he returned to the kitchen
he didn’t notice
one jagged piece of glass
he failed to sweep up

as he stepped on it
he thought he heard a very faint laugh
looking down at his oozing blood
he saw his wife’s reflection
glaring back at him

Sc2014

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