Obsidian

Glass, and metal soiled.

 To spite a failed revenge.

Crying, with metal tears,

Into your obsidian hands. 

Unknowing of the damage.

You helped with obsidian hands, 

because obsidian does not break.

Until it breaks when I grab.

It cuts, as I drop the pieces.

Another obstacle you put between us.

Your shattered hands, scattered.

Metal tears harden as they fall.

I walk barefoot, 

Over glass and metal.

Too damaged

To feel the pain.