Eating Glass

I was drinking Jack Daniels, ironically, from a wine glass I felt angry, I broke the glass and also the bottle

I beat the glass with the bottle till they were small enough particles, I was clueless, of what I did, why I did that. I was clueless, I mean it.

I picked up the glass with my fingers small particles, semi large hard corners of the glass, everything included like a pinch of salt I put them in my mouth

It felt hard to chew the glass, they pierced my tongue, and every single corner of my mouth. my throat started hurting it killed me to be very honest, I could taste blood.

I dreamed of being a misanthrope for no proper reason.

I realized, eating the glass was not going to help, because the whiskey was wasted, because my mouth was not at fault, because my mind is not what I think it should be.