Break On Through

The windows in our bedroom gave the worker men trouble. The windows were broken accordingly. A large amount of glass fell to the floor. I found a large triangular shard propped vertically against the baseboard in the hallway three days after we cleaned up the mess. It could've run through my whole family at once. It was that large.

I was given a couple of weeks of grace and then? You're wondering who the blood belongs to, aren't you? Well, it ain't the blood of the chosen one; It's mine. I got shanked in the foot. Technically, I was shivved. it is a glass shiv. A shank is made of metal whereas a shiv may be made of anything; even a sharpened pork chop bone. I'd never make it in prison but it never hurts to be informed.


I'd just answered the phone when I stood up and sunk it in the sole of my left foot. Pow! Fuck! Ow! The worst thing was that it hesitated and then popped through. It makes me a little green around the gills even now. So it was in. I hung up the phone and called Joe to come help me.

He did. I sat on the side of the bed and told him to pull it out. He did not hesitate. He reached and pulled it out as a reflex. The blood went everywhere but he had no towel. I grabbed the bed sheet and applied pressure. He ran into the bathroom. I stood up and lost my shit. I became painfully aware of being faint. I'm a fainter so I was not surprised. I was, however, about to pass out. I turned back toward the bed and lurched forward into the warm soft sand. The sun was so warm on my skin and I could hear the ocean waves rolling onto shore. The seagulls began to call my name. They began to sound a lot like Joe. My lips, hands and feet tingled. I looked down and felt myself back on the bed and pulling my dress down over my ass.

***I really hope dying is just like this.
I just want to fade out to bliss. If only for a moment.***

I asked if I'd passed out and Joe confirmed I had. He said I fell across the bed and my hands and feet twitched. He thought I was having a seizure. He said he almost called 911. I'm glad he didn't do that. That would've been embarrassing. I'm embarrassed enough as it is.

When I asked Joe if I did anything foolish or embarrassing while incapacitated, he denied any such behavior. A few days after the event, his story changed. The moment of danger had passed and he'd had a few beers. We were talking about what happened when he referenced my "nice trim job". I didn't catch on at first. Finally, he admitted to getting a nice look while I was passing out with my dress over my head.

I can only hope it was crowned in glory like this glass fragment.

Blood, sex, glass fragments and never a dull moment!