cat

i am glass

you are here

and i am glass

and stone breaks through my brittle veins

and i am shards scattered to the ground

but you are not stone

you are here

and i am glass

and strands of silk sweep away the remains

and i am left and discarded and irreversible

but you are not silk

you are human

and i am glass

and when you press up against my skin

i break and you press and you bleed

because you are human and you heal

grass flickers with borrowed flame

thrashing from the release of a single breath

it responds and sings my name

and all i ask is to survive the night, i continue this trek cause i must

but the wind’s shriek, and my soul’s sleep, and the sobbing from behind

and the suffocating fog on the face in my mirror makes me want to change my mind

i must go down to that house again, where there once lived a child

with golden curls, and light in her eyes, there was a time when she smiled

and all i ask is for sunlight to break through fog when her eyes meet mine

instead of disgust and overall distrust as she denies me a second time

i must go down to that house again, where the darkest of shadows were born

down that dark path where the aftermath will only leave me torn

and all i ask is for a light that will lead me back to the surface

would cure you from breath

but it’s not a cure

no it’s theft for sure

to take the air that we need

how else would i breathe

in this breath and let it out

to make music we can scream and shout

it from the rooftops of our minds, look down below

beneath the fog you might just see something grow

and in time

i think we’ll be alright

is where you’ll find

buildings of different size and shape

some i have come to hate

left to rot in the dust

they’ve been forgotten, as they must

others are being cautiously built

but are torn down as soon as they tilt

and then there’s those that might not exist at all

for as soon as you think you see their walls

they disappear into the mist

and you mourn all the memories you’ve missed

or do anything beyond

lying in the fog

knowing everything’s wrong

your container’s full of rain

it can’t take anymore pain

but against your will

it refuses to spill

and you realize that, it isn’t full

that container turned out to be a black hole

and it isn’t worth it

to try and achieve this goal

that goes against our very souls

we even admit it

yet we still don’t get

that the beauty in our society

lies in variety

we believe we aren’t thriving

unless we’re striving

to be

perfect

look around and see if u can find

the person I’m supposed to be

who, for some reason I can’t see

her in my reflection

she’s losing direction

and refuses to meet my eyes

voices call to her from the skies

but she’s drowning under the water

and now she’s slipping farther

from those waiting with open arms

she’s too busy looking down at her scars

to see the ones who want to set her free

to see the one on the other side of the mirror it’s

me

it reminds me i can feel

i can’t see through the rain

i’m letting go of the wheel

this is me at my worst

i hope you can find her

she’s completely emersed

with her head under the water

and eyes closed tightly

she tries drowning the fish

that whisper ever so slightly

just enough to make her wish

that she didn’t exist

Character B: No way.