"Am I made of Glass?" poem by Jessica Salyer

I'm lying down on your bed yet I am invisible to you. I stare into your eyes but they glance right over my entire body and rest themselves into the mirror. Just the words coming out of your mouth, cuts my soul in pieces. So I bury my soul in all of your dresser drawers, some shall just lay on your wooden floor, screaming in vain to be pulled back together. Yet your own soul …

…darkened as you turned your attention to the mirror. Neither of us likes what we see. Just let the lights flicker on and answer the phone. I wish for my voice to bring you comfort. The rain is dripping slowly down the windowpane, yearning for us to hear what it has to say, "open up, open up...for love..."Let the spirit inside of you free after being chained inside of you all these years...