The glass is stuck. Encapsulated by calloused skin, unsure if it is still in. But with every stinging step it’s confirmed. The tweezers urging it to leave. The shard grasping to stay. It prays, pleads, and persuades. The cold metal tries but the translucent piece won't go. There is no telling if it is still there unless you take another possibly painful step. I could never understand why it would want to stay if it was being begged to leave.