m u r d e r e r

i feel like a murderer

Whenever i break a glass
I hoover it up with the hand held vacuum we keep behind the kitchen door
and leave it
until the next time i break something

today my father took the vacuum, and wanted to empty it out, before he hoovered something else out
and he plunged his hand
into my mess of shattered glass
like icicles

and he ran upstairs
and washed and washed and washed his hands trying to get the glass splinters out

and he didn't scold me at all
just panted heavily in pain