Broken Porcelain
lays its shattered
existence upon my kitchen floor.
The melted flowers,
sprawled out all over
  the cold tiles,
      their liquid of life
bleeds through the
  cold tiles of my
kitchen floor.

the cat
s l i t h e r s
around the
fragments of
glass and pottery
it arches its
back
the glowing green
slits look up,
and simply say,
"oops"