A/N: Yeah, you're not imagining things: I DO have a fanfiction with this same title. In fact, the title wandered into my head, and then when I was trying to fall asleep, the poem followed. Prompt scribblings allowed me to preserve the lines before my sleep-addled mind took them away again. Do enjoy, and please review!


How Scattered Is the Shattered Glass

How scattered is the shattered glass
Strewn across the hardwood floor
Fractured pieces warp the faces
They mirrored perfectly, before

How scattered is the shattered glass
How sharp the shards yet in the frame
Jagged, raw, they linger, poised,
For some new victim's blood to claim

How scattered is the shattered glass
That now refracts so-broken light
And waits in patient, distant piles
For one again to put it right.