Glass-Drawn Words

[Malfunction] -- doting eyes invade transparent thoughts,
like water seeping through the finest technology.
Static tongues and overheated screens,
disperse within the twisted wires of humility.

[Perfection] -- slaughtered storms bathe the fallen leaves;
as hordes of maelstroms destroy eccentricity.
Tinted tears escape these forlorn skies,
sketched by achromatic prophecies.

[Corruption] -- deceitful banter blend within a swaying pulse,
as synthetic passions dribble through these agile lips.
A thousand moons conceal erratic scars,
laced upon a lover's virgin fingertips.

©20080610 Mindy Huang

** I did switch the last two stanzas with each other; I can't really decide whether it was better before, or now, but I find a better interpretation this way.
*** I wrote this while staring at a microwave (: According to my sister, I have no life.