Monday, January 10, 2011

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.


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