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The cup slipped
right at the sink.
Hit the edge first.
Then the floor.
Sharp.
Louder than it should’ve been.
I froze
before it finished breaking.
Water still running.
A crack spread through it
like it had been waiting.
I reached down.
Picked up the largest piece.
Still warm.
Didn’t cut me.
The rest stayed scattered
where it fell.
I turned the water off.
Left the pieces there
longer than needed.
Some breaks
don’t come from the fall—
they show up
in what was already there
before it hit.
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