I was made of glass
My transparent walls reflected back what you wished to see inside
You saw you, didn’t you?
I figured the familiarity would make it easier for you
Would make me easier for you
I painted the picture you could only imagine with your eyes closed
I erased my nervous sketch and decided it wasn’t ready for the world outside my mind
My mind
Where so many unfinished pieces rest to dust
Photo by Elisa Riva
My tears match the quartz of my exterior
It makes sense that you never noticed them rolling down what you thought to be my face
Three wrinkles formed on the bridge of your nose when you felt the warmth of each droplet fall upon your fingertips
“What was that?”, I bet you wondered
It was the silenced fragment of my existence
The most colorful part of my core
Translucent
Photo by Nka_Akin
Despite my house of glass, I have never quite understood what it means to be home
Despite my house of glass, I am far from pure… Although that is all I wish to be
Despite my apparent house of glass, I am nothing but a mirror in search of my own reflection
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