Red Painted Glass

The steem was not enough to take
It made the glass door of the shower break
It was such a sight, too good to be true
Little tiny shards of sharp glass sparked as it fell
In the nude she stood there
The barrier from where she stood to the entrence over there
What could she do from here
She took one step as the shards cut her beneath her feet
Leaving red painted broken glass behind
She walked slowly and left a red trail
But she did not fail
She was now bleeding with with sparkling glass stuck inside her feet
Rum in had
gulped some down
Trew the rest beneath her feet
picked each and every shard from her feet