hold me up to the light when you're ready to see the way this all filters through in shiny stained glass colours that are never brighter than they are in a poorly lit room. i'm only opaque when you keep me in the dark; turn on the lights and i'm transparent as the saran wrap you vacuum-seal yourself into. where in all of this mess did you think to go digging for the best place to nail in your words, the shatter-point of this ornamental heart? it's a shiny red blown-glass ball hanging from the arms of a douglas fir, placed so near the edge that really all it's waiting for is a little bit of gravity to bring it down.
you're the gravity to my fragility, the stone to my feather, the brick wall to my goddamn open door. i've lost myself in all the pages between then and now, this story keeps me from getting sleep.
i'm up all night, i'm up all night,