Figures dance along the edges of the cracked glass,
Judgment dancing in their eyes,
Though their shadows shiver at your gaze.
Chills whisper on your skin,
Peppered in missed droplets,
Never dried away like the words stuck inside.
Fans suck the tears from the air,
Like your towel wipes away wishes
Around reality buckling at the knees.
They don’t know the weight your body carries
And only the head can turn away
From the reality of broken reflections.