A liquid shark live in
my glass house. who
held these hands which built this?
searching for anger snarling,
quick to investigate &
release. there it's found,
eaten & realized.
this is not his home
& I am smothered.
Can I sav?
I ask again.
I am standing, straining
for air,
abrasive winds cutting
into my shoulders.
An image lost & a breath
swallowed.