Deliberately we break the glass
which like a virgin’s hymen shatters,
a ritual where, as in a mass,
it’s wine recalling blood that splatters,
but if the glass should fall by chance
there is no ritual can repair
the sorrow caused by loss, romance
alone can deconstruct despair.
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This conveys violence quite vividly - shattering a virgin's hymen, wine like splattering blood - very visceral.