Tapping on the glass. Can everyone here my message? Tap tap tap. Tapping out a code. Help me. Save me. Unable to escape. Tapping tapping tapping. The only one keeping me company is my reflection. Jealous they are on the outside looking in. Tap tap tap. Header Photo Credit to Arts University Bournemouth http://way.aub.ac.uk/entry/alia-hamaoui/
Glass Heart
He had glass skin. Sharp and jagged edges. Untouchable. Unlovable. She had sandpaper skin. Coarse and rough. Untouchable. Unlovable. When they first met, she lay her hand on his shoulder. The glass poked her and made her bleed. Her rough skin shaved fragments of glass off of him. A painful experience for both. But they... Continue Reading →