Shattered fragments on the floor

From the broken mirror you placed purposefully.

You teach me that

People choose which pieces to reflect

Onto you and your hands

Simply so

That you can put them together to decipher the puzzle.

All I ask is for you to give me the less sharp fragments

So that my hands don’t bleed as I pick them up

Inspect them, research them

like the scientist that I am.

You know I will not stop until I solve the puzzle

Unless your glass shards slit my wrists.