It’s our natural reaction to flinch when a glass shatters.
A lucid, hair-raising penetration of your eardrums that you and your now-racing pulse were not ready for.
The 1,000 shards rest before you, unaware, unaffected. They’ve done nothing wrong, simply given a new state of being.
You gaze, helpless .
You’ve done something irremediable.
Now, call me egocentric,
But when the beat of my heart ruptured out of equilibrium,
Did you cringe?
Did the sonority of the implosion ring in your ears?
Did it bounce off the walls of your mind like the sound of that mug shattering did off your kitchen windows?
The repercussions, did you feel them?