she knocks on the door
your house is made of glass
but she can't get in.
she knows you're in there
she sees you sitting on the floor
by the bookcase
hugging your knees
brown and brown and brown again
you call out to her, she knows it
but she can't get in.
if only you'd unlock your door
flowers here
have snowflake petals
the sky seems made
of ice
like it would collapse with one tiny vibration.
the cold can be nice
if you have a coat
but i see her there
she's freezing
small girl
strong girl
hair blowing in the wind
your glass house
offers shelter from the searing storm
if only you'd unlock your door.
and tears turn to salty icicles
fingers turn sapphire
you see it as beauty
she knows it as pain
funny how glass makes things shimmer
makes you forget
you hold what she lives for
you have the key
unlock your door.
she cannot cry to you
she has no mouth
please
