I broke a picture.

A black and white picture
of a flower.

Glass stabbed my knuckles
as I threw my fist
through the
pretty picture.

A line of blood
trailed down my fist
to my wrist
and arm.

I don't know why
I punched it.

It's prettiness disturbed me.

Rage filled me and I
couldn't control myself.

I threw my fist
with major fury
at the pretty flower
in the frame.

A damn flower
can make me
so
damn
angry.

I took the glass
and I sliced my wrist.
The picture was now
on the floor.

I took a picture of it
with a bleeding wrist.

It turned out beautiful.

But no one knows
the pain I went through to take it.

Good thing the picture
came in a set
of two..