Mirror smashed in the center of a bathroom stall that placed its shards deep within my fist.
A mixture of blood and sweat flowing from the palm of my hand that feels, nothing.
Frantically pummeling the broken glass to rid the image of the person who has done nothing.
Nothing to stop those he loved escape this world over an exact three year episode of his life.
My hands filled with his glassy reflection piercing deeper as the pulse of my heart slowly stops.
I a grown man in fetal position. Wanting to feel the love of the lost.
The bleach took away the blood but his initials in blood can still be seen.
Thomas Walrod is a High School English teacher from Redwood City, California. He graduated from Regis University’s Mile High M.F.A. program in Creative Writing in January 2020. His favorite books to teach are: The 1818 Version of Frankenstein, Cloud Atlas, and As I Lay Dying.