And was picking up the pieces
For months where I had swept
A new shard would suddenly appear
How could I have overlooked it
Hiding in plain sight
Sometimes it was the sunlight’s
Glint would illuminate
The presence of a tiny chip
Curling in the corner of a table leg
Which I on hands and knees
Would carefully retrieve
Is it possible a little vial
Of perfume could scatter a life
And leave me bleeding on the floor
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