The Glass Statue Girl
looks at the world with eyes of shards
moves through life like a river
her figure sluicing across paths of people
who see a clear accessory
The Glass Statue Girl
was forged in fire
and patches up her cracks each night with the same
flame that dance
around her like a warm embrace
She is a monument
and every once in a while someone comes and confesses
or revels or complains
she longs to take down the sign that says: "do not touch"
but she is go guarded against breaking
The Glass Statue Girl
has been kept in storage too long
with a deceitful mirror as company
slicing her mind into jagged chunks
trying to pick up her pieces
But when the Glass Statue Girl stands tall
her colors burst from within
no longer is she invisible to most
she reaches out
and offers pieces of herself stained with love
The Glass Statue Girl is art
a never-finished piece
she is taking down her sign slowly
she will learn to embrace
her flame.
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