breaking the girl

She held the piece of broken glass like a flint, examining its spine, gauging its weight in her hand. It was solid, its character unimpeachable. The light amber color reflected the recessed sink lights, dimmed to near-dark but still glinting in the glass.

Dancing her thumb across the sharpest edge, she winced slightly as the blood rose. More pressure ripped the flesh; she knicked the glass sideways to open the wound.

She gripped the shard tighter, embracing the searing as it pierced her fingers, blood running down her arm. A soft noise behind her made her jump.

Her girl. "Mama?"

I'm playing 100 Word Song over at My Blog Can Beat Up Your Blog. This week's song is "Breaking the Girl" by Red Hot Chili Peppers.