Pretend.

It looked so treacherous from a distance. When you walked right up to it, it didn’t lose it’s edge. If I reached out to it, I’d cut myself, and the blood would cover the floor. It looked so dangerous, but at the same time it didn’t. It was like a spider with many thin legs, stretching across the glass- scaring all away who looked at it. The broken glass in the window, would harm anyone if it were to shatter.