A cascade of glass

pieces splintered off the whole

sudden impact

gravity pulled

from weakened hands

lies believed

addiction foretold

the response ingrained, trained

by twisted pain

coping feels good

for a minute

in the moment

when your controlling

and going and doing.

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As the shower of splinters settles

reality pierces softtissue

pointing to real issues

those controlling hands

cannot avoid.

There's freedom

but it’s twisted by rebellion

we aren’t as free as we think

when the glass hides in darkness

beneath the sink.

It points to weakness

highlights our need

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When the shard speaks

the truth

hurts

cuts

and

we

bleed.

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