the third time

she broke the bulletproof glass

i knew we needed to talk

the same glass gates

her heart’s fire alarm  

BREAK GLASS IN CASE OF EMERGENCY

no significance

there could never be a flame of desire in her

prison cell room

her eyelash sprinklers are constantly flooding

damp pillows

the glass shattered into sharp shards

she slits her wrists

her own red fire

the stinging hisses

the shower head propels into your fresh wounds

now

smothered glowing coal scabs

your broken fire alarm

heart