Four minutes, thirty three seconds.

Location

Rolled between my thumb and forefinger

miniscule and beneath everything--

like lint to be  flicked away

into nothing, amidst everything bigger.

Blasting my fist into a coffee table,

Shattered glass rains onto old, dirty and stained carpet.

Shards pressed firmly into the creases of my bright pink skin.

It was you to blame, and I did.

Smiling a wicked grin full of plastered teeth and grimy lips

A blush rises to my cheeks, and fades as fast as the sun.

You roll away, dust twigs and grass from my tangled hair

And leave your footsteps in the mud as payment. 

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