with a sudden crash-clatter
and a tearful scream,
the bottle’s been smashed, and
you can’t seem to stop
staring
at the pieces.

only leftover
parts of something
once-whole,
the shards glinting on the floor look
so wrong –
just glimmers in your blurred sight, reminding you of
stars
tossed in careless anger down to earth,
scattered into the dirt;
helplessly incomplete without
their sky,
but still somehow shining in the dust.

and now you crumple,
thinking you won’t e v e r have the energy to speak
again.
((tear-stained and breathing heavily into the thick silence of aftermath))

:&now:

you’re on your own, lone star.