Glass Shoes

When I open my eyes
All I see are colorful masks that dance and captivate
Those around them
Without ever knowing who they really are
They wear beautiful dresses of deep red
A sharp clash to my own silvery turquoise
And I’m naked within the crowd,
Trying to hide my face
Embarrassed at the masked suitors
Who approach me with masks aflame
Burning with lust and desire and painted with sin

When I close my eyes
All I can see is what I am not
What I long to be, but cannot achieve
Clutching at the rich fabric
Its decadent sin folding and giving between my gloved fingers
Draining my flesh of color until it shrivels like paper
And threatens to fall away, to follow the rest of my solidarity
And I cannot stop the flow of thoughts
Twirling a thousand times
The world around me blurs
I am able to perceive only colors and soft shapes
Taunting me from behind their masks
As I spin for them in glass shoes
Wishing with all my soul that I could open my eyes
Yet they remain closed