A Dance In A Dungeon by Amy Huffman

I pushed my fingers

through the glass.

Amazingly,

it did not break.

Rather, it absorbed

and dissolved

me.

Bleeding my elements

into its own.

And what a home.

So fitting.

A disguise.

You will never recognize

my latest form.

As you smash me.

To find me.

You will set me --

finally --

free.