red

All i see is red. Still, i calmly go round doing the things i should do. My hands move to pick up the pieces, the mop. My mind picks up the glass to throw, the knife to slash. The splitting headache then comes and goes.

The phone rings. I breathe and speak calmly. I hear the shattering of the glass, the slashing of the knife. Everything erupts into this crazy crazy mess. The million pieces of glass everywhere all around. It is a mesmerising shade of red. All shades of red. I hang up the phone. And then it is over.