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 and angry flesh. And through my arms formed a sea of glass. Shattering sea. Closing my eyes. (repeat 2x). Every line. Every curve. Every twist. Every turn. Of every brutal word. Every turn (every line). Every line (every curve). Every twist (every turn). Every curve. Of every brutal word. That is not my blood on the bedroom floor. That is not the glass that I threw before