The woman glanced back at me anxiously as if she was concerned
the thought that she would care for me seemed utterly absurd.
i stared in return and our eyes locked in to place.
I wondered why she cared for me with those cuts on her own wrists and face.
I could see her heart beating inside her chest, though wrapped in stone and compressed.
I wondered who she was before her eyes became cold and her heart turned to stone.
I started and finally could see; the woman locked in glass was really me.