a process: sculptor of glass

demolished glass pieces of broken sculptures

scattered in your wooden crates

amass by rusted spades, melted to

liquified clumps of fragments

slits of dried crimsom blood, tattooes

your burnt skin, charred crow marks

lash against your fair cheeks

scorched in this process, yet you blow

oxygen swirls inside walls of your swollen cheeks

lungs nudges against your ribcages

prickling stings of pain

taunt with its slithering tongue

crystalline glass flecked with

mosaiced marbles of scars and flesh

colored with drips of scarlet beads

salty gems of sweat, dyed

pinched tweezers snip away disfiguremnet

sculpting unvarnished into polished

glass carvings, but to drop it, it'll fracture back to pieces

like it never came to be before.