I crumble bits of bread into miniscule fragments; <br /> Chalk color on crimson cloth. <br /> Your words pulverize my heart and soul; <br /> Scarlet drops seeping into white shag <br /> I drain away like the color from my face. <br /> Irreparable, everything stains or is trampled underfoot. <br /> If I were shattered glass, I could fight back, <br /> With even my smallest sliver <br /> As you grind me into your calloused heel.<br /><br />Bethani Ann DeLong<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/broken-36/
