Mended Poem by Jessica Hughes

Mended

shattering of a mirror
descends bit by bit,

plucking each shred,
pouring anesthetics onto
the wound,

wrapping it in bandages, coated in
antibacterial ointment.

hoping for a speedy recovery,
making sure it is properly
tended to,

not to leave a scar,
but only in mind,

scattered across the room,
watching your every step,

protecting the flesh of the
hands and feet,
cautiously, sweeping the floor,

gathering the broken pieces.