pain – Starrfishing

flinch

i did bad things to you

and like a poor abused puppy

you keep trying to warm up to me

but I am the hand that hit you

that is trying to feed you again

I sit in the ladies changeroom again and again

cursing the broken glass in my fingers

when I grab something the wrong way

pain shoots through my hand

but I can’t find the shard or the invisible pain

I want blood

not this tiny sharp intruder that hurts when I twist

I have this glass in my finger

hiding me deep in the changeroom