Glass

This pane of glass that
Separates us; this
frozen barricade, locks
me in and shuts you out.

My tears are icicles, bars
around my heart – I must
imprison these
betraying voices,
baying at the

moon for blood;
my blood, your blood.

I see you, crystal clear
beyond this wall; I hear
your frosted breathing,

in tandem with the

drum march of
my pacing.

I cannot touch you.
You must not touch me.

Sentinel, you are the danger -
will you protect me from yourself?

I do not trust you.
I do not trust me.