Shards of Broken Glass lie on the floor those of which used to be the remains of a glass vase. Drops of blood seeping into the wooden floor with those same drops of blood I watch as they soak into the white painted walls. I stand there watching as you struggle to soak up the red substance known as blood with a towel. As I lay there I wonder how could he believe her? A heated argument turned sour instantly; one of which the bible toting scripture quoting demon started. She was the center of it.... She played with you like a puppet. I stand there watching this man who I've grown to know sweep up the remains of those broken shards of glass. Knowing that your jaded that leaves my heart feeling "Blockaded" & "Degraded". As the bible toting scripture quoting demon flees she throws one last deceitful stone and Hides her hand. So with that Broken Glass and those drops of blood I'm forced to take a closer look in the mirror. There standing in front of me is a woman looking for a way out...Searching for the mother she once knew.... longing for a sense of peace .....a simple grasp of  Happiness.