i am everything i was ever supposed to be
i am perfection embodied into a
comprehensible human form. i sit poised,
back perfectly straight as i overlook my domain
the life i curated for myself. everything is
perfect, precarious
one sneeze & it'll all crumble to ash & fall
i can't have that, so gorilla glue &
clear duct tape patch what i cannot fix. no one
is allowed into this world because they cannot
understand it the way i do, how
precision is the name of the game &
perfection is not merely strived for but achieved here.
i float lightly because weight & gravity
hold no control in my domain; i don't allow
heavy things here when i'm destined to fly. my wings
ache from constant use but my darling glassblower
mends me in four minutes and fifty-three seconds, sending me
on my merry way before the final chorus. who has time
for superficial weaknesses when there is too much to do
& not a long enough eternity to complete it in? so
instead i will polish my world
every second of every minute of every hour of every time frame
in my lifetime until the glass is so
pristine i can see the reflection of air. but if i clean & polish
too much, i might just realize that the
reflection of air i see is a crystal dome
capturing my little world
& i might just realize
i am not in control of my perfect, beautiful little world
i never was & never will be.
signed,
the glass child
Comments
Incredible and metaphorically so interesting to think about, the way that we try to have control and sometimes find ourselves realizing what little we sometimes can control. "i might just realize that the reflection of air i see is a crystal dome capturing my little world." This is awesome. Keep writing
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