Scattered

Shape of You

It's daunting.

Observing the world through the glass case that engulfs it.

A world as small as a marred orb within your hands; filled with clouded fragments of glass.

Always afraid of its slick broken pieces impaling you.

Petrified of the unsatisfactory world laying its gaze on you.

You watch the world watch you and feast its eyes on each rustic screech of your bones.

One taste and it savors the briny rich taste of your stomach smeared on its tongue.

The world with hush voices whispering incoherent words behind your boiling ears.

And with its slippery floors and unscrupulous design that tempt you into falling.

A world impelling you beyond what your rustic body can do, with hands that reach out and wind you into solid walls.

With the desire to forge a narrow unyielding structure of society.