that is not my blood on the bedroom floor
that is not the glass that I threw before
he gets his power from tide and wave
the grains of sand are my domain
his tempest surged, an angry flash
then threw my arms from the sea of glass
shattering sea, closing my eyes
shattering sea, closing my eyes
shattering sea, closing my eyes
every line, every curve, every twist, every turn
of every brutal word
every turn, every line, ever twist, every curve
of every brutal word
that is not my blood on the bedroom floor
that is not the glass that I threw before