of glass

of men, of monsters that tuck themselves in our dreams then in our minds, of indecisiveness and breaths of frigid air, it is hard to know when not to pause and ultimately lose ourselves in time. slowed. stopped. ended.

i am fragile, i am something that when met with gravity and wood oak floors the best turn out will be to find me cracked and chipped, value decreasing as every movement pushes more air between the place hit.

i am glass.

do not let me fall.