called to account,
a graveyard of impositions

stony white star glares me down
but still, truths and truths
poison my lips

transparent, i am glass incarnate
clear cool glass,
edged and bleeding

i speak nothing but my heart
and my heart speaks as the blood rushes,

light comes tumbling through my veins

so now let's break me.
it's not that hard

just take hold, break off a little piece

all this truth, it makes me brittle
and this glass will snap

easy as fishbone

just a piece here, a piece there,

and well done.
something to be proud of.

i love you all.