How can something like glass be real?
Fragile yet deadly
the product of millions of grains of sand
and yet
entirely transparent.
Ethereal yet made of human hand,
quick to bite
that which created it.
Glass
reveals all
hides nothing
until threatened.
Put together it allows vision
reinforces natural light
helps us to see the truth
of life.
Yet shattered it spits
it scrapes and curls
its jagged lips across bare skin
like a monster’s smile.
Glass
commands respect
the ultimate dichotomy
of beauty and beast
Don’t cross it.
