Angled glass pressed against my skin,
a little pressure is all that it would take---
to escape.
The diamond-like glass sparkles,
seducing me into a trance-like state.
Zoning to the realm of escape,
Applying a little more pressure
piercing my skin
Crimson life flows free---
the hearts tears.
Drops of blood refracting against the glass
magnifying life's meaning.
Do I apply more pressure or stop
before
its too late?
