The glass shatters with a painful
Nerve-jangling, ear-splitting crack
Lethal shards skitter across the floor like bugs
And catch the light a few hundred ways.

That’s my favorite part, I think.
That you can get rainbows
From piles of shiny junk that has outlived its purpose
And tinkling music plays when you throw it away.

Helen Sparrow is a student and incorrigible night owl who lives and writes in Dayton, Ohio.