Angry words, that look in your eyes
Fly like glass, razor sharp
Piercing open parts of me
Running rivulets of blood

Drops fall off finger tips
Splattering the ground
Pieces of heated silicon
Embedded in flesh

Seared to memory
Blood so dark, almost black
Like the white hot chill
Knifes thru your body

Too tired to remove them
Knowing I can't leave them in
To rot and fester
Into puling pestule's of pus and filth

Shaking, blood crusted hands
I pick each out
One by agonising one
Each shard it's own bit of ugly

Crawling with vicious ire
Nasty desire to wound and hurt
Candy ass cowardice
The urge to beat me down

I sit down
And I'm staying down