The Shattering of Glass

By Spectral Scribe

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Shattering glass echoes and falls like glitter, and the crash is a purgation of pent-up rage. The broken glass is beautiful, falling, crystalline, onto the pavement, and it momentarily takes his mind off the burning in his gut.

Slam. It leaves a dent in the newly readjusted metal, which would never have been fixed, anyway—he knows that now. It won't be like it was before.

Slam. Dad. Slam. Sam. Slam. Himself.

The motion tears through his muscles, and his adrenaline spikes until he can't stop, can't stop.

He might as well leave it broken if it can't be fixed.