Dawning Creations

Your glare intensifies as I breathe in and out.
A nervous laugh is begging to climb my sore throat.
It takes all of me to drink it down.
Nervous laughter drank down with water,
I suck in the air all around me, trying to
swallow all this confusion with it.
It doesn’t work.

I must have gone too far this time.

tight-lipped,
I can’t utter a sound.
I’m facing the ground,
won’t meet your inquisitive glare.

I’m ashamed and hot in the skin,
knowing I can’t possibly answer
your never-ending streaming of questions.
I don’t know what I have done.
Most of me does not want to.

The hammer is slick with my sweat,
my heart beating rapidly.
There are fragments of something by my feet
and all around this room.

I muster up the courage
and somehow, I face you.

Then I look to my looking-glass behind me
and worry to myself.
What have I done this time?