[ plate glass ] your eyes are the dark-tinted plate glass windows to your soul. i can't see past them unless i jump. crash shatter through. when you look at me falling, bleeding, with the shards into the deepest parts of you. be patient. it will be a long time before i am brave enough not to look away. [ 2009-05-10 ] all writings (c) cydne zabel 1996-2002, all rights reserved |