Empty Glasses
By MistressAli

She came tripping up the steps
A package of snow wrapped up 
'That's my soul in my hands', she said. 
'It's so empty, I don't mind if others see it.'

She found a piece of amber in the summer
A golden graveyard for an ancient fly
She peered in at it, she saw herself reflected
'I stared so hard, that my soul was trapped there too.' 
She threw the amber away. 
It's out in the field there. But she hasn't forgotten where. 

She came slipping in the door
Her lips don't smile, because her smile is ugly
She bolts the door and locks it 
'I don't want them to see my soul anymore, to touch it.
Because empty glasses can shatter too.' 

She went falling into bed
No snow, no amber, no locked doors to haunt 
'This is the only place I feel safe,' she said. 
'The only place where I live,' she said.