Amongst the trees, upon a hill, there it stands - the house of glass. Just a touch from your sculptured hands can rupture the stained glass.

Lanterns bring light to what happens inside; you can't hide. The Bible from God's eyes, it's the sinners' realm. She's just along for the ride.

"Where's the wolf that smelled the blood of the night? Did the moon outwit the fox with lies?"

Pensive eyes, please open wide; reveal every emotion you try to hide. Two souls stand amongst the shards. He, not realizing what he had done, for once he batted an eye. From his hands fell a drop of blood.

From the sky, not a single cry.
"I wanna leave! Tell me why my love has subsided? Time after time you make me cry. You're manipulating; you have no soul inside!"

"Leave if you want, no one will give you the time. Just know my eyes will never leave your sight." She ran but shattered once his hands gripped her shoulders, pulling her back. The pain transcends. Suffocating by all of the memories, what happened to the once stable structure? Why has the cat hurt the rat? Was this undoubtedly meant to happen in the house of glass?

© starrose