Torture

I stepped on a piece of glass

On the marble floor

In the bathroom

And jumped

Onto my other foot

Quickly pulling the shard out

Of the flesh of my sole

Watching the blood trickle

Onto the white below.

It was part of the tube of a small vile.

In the back of my head

Running like a poor quality homemade movie

I saw you several days before

Standing at the bathroom sink

Getting ready for work.

I was in the shower.

You pulled back the curtain.

“I dropped a glass vial and it broke.”

You told me.

“I’ll have to vacuum it up later.  I’m running late.”

I stop the bleeding

And wipe up the spattered blood.

I text you

“Stepped on glass in bathroom.”

Moments pass.

“OMG!  I think it’s my fault.  That tiny bottle I dropped and forgot to vacuum.”

“I know.  I’ll live.  ;) ”

I replied.

“There’s worse ways you can hurt me.”

“And better.  ;-P”