I couldn’t use a glass pen

For it would break

From the pressure I place

All the words and mistakes

It would break

The fractures that I am

There’s not enough hot sand

To put me back together again

I would break

And that glass pen would take my place

Holding my stories with it’s clearity

I could not fake

That glass pen

Fragile to the touch

Yet precise enough to kill you

But through the inked in words

It will heal you.

I could not use a glass pen

For I don’t know where it begins

And my blacking thoughts end

And for it is I and I am it

Glass pen

-Alaysia Williams