someone stepped on me in my
sleep maybe
crushed the bottle that'd been lodged in my
abdomen since a
freak accident in
1985
rattle a bit when I walk
strange blue lilt to my vision from the reflections
and some of the sharp pieces cut up my speech a bit
not much
just a little rough around the edges
make me sound like I've been crying or something
heh
no, I just have this broken bottle, see
funniest thing
freak accident
1985
tell you sometime, you'll laugh like hell
I wouldn't be crying.