A world of nothing but glass,
So transparent, obvious, vulnerable.
I could've prayed to God she wouldn't break,
And I did, And I did.

Ice beneath my feet, Ice beneath my knees,
The blood checked out and left me shaking
With the world on my shoulders I told her,
Oh how I told her.

So intricate, her eyes were lit
by machines,
their sons
their daughters.

Sunset on a spiraled minaret,
Draped in faux-flawless silk skin
She spun and flashed her gold
Like a gypsy, ate my nerves.

Ice beneath my skin, Ice beneath my palm,
I sent her fragments straight through February
where they rotted till the spring.

How delicate perfection seems
Until you bring it down to mathematics.
Just one stone and my god, she was broken.