The woman at the counter cups a tiny heart of glass,
You swap it for the shards you found behind the underpass.
At last, what you’ve been searching for! Caress it with a gaze:
Admire its weight upon your fate as surroundings start to haze.
Phasing out of old perception, the ceiling drips down past the walls:
The windows start to peel away and thaw into the doors.
You’re shuddering now, in a brightening place: there’s a light to bleach your Soul.
You put your hand upon your chest; no brooding beat at all.
The floor begins to fracture and you struggle to stand still,
Just keep this little glass heart safe despite the overspill.
A heat begins to sear your skin: your eyes no longer see.
You’re just a little speck of might in a white hot fantasy.
Cling tight to this little hope, it’s all there’s left to feel;
A centre to the frenzy in a world of unending unreal.
Now hurtling faster all around are heavy chunks of brick,
They’ll crush your little glass heart if you flinch or don’t act quick.
Admit, the only way to keep it safe so nothing will collide:
Open wide your meagre, eager throat and let it slip inside.