Rippled Glass

I lay my head on a pillow of one thousand shades of black.
It glistens with a million stars.
Beyond this,
Jumping jacks nod with bloody grins and
Buzzing gnats gossip and whine.
They glide past, distorted,
Beyond careful walls of
Rippled glass and
Oiled mirrors.
Honeyed scolding and laughing hate
All just seem
So trivial.
Fire and Ice
Have nothing to do with
Me.
But in one intangible explosion,
A solitary heartbeat,
Jagged shards of rippled glass
Splinter,
Blow,
Through my bubble wrap,
My warm,
feathered wings,
And leave me
Writhing in
Blades of color that
Whip past
Stabbing
Cutting
Until
I am rendered helpless and
Lost
I
Scream but
No one listens
I
Am alone,
Still alone.
But now it hurts so
I
Blink and
Try to forget.
And when I blink again,

It’s just

Rippled glass.