i walk through, seeing all the glass and china
vases, plates
on endless shelves, so tall and so long
priceless heirlooms

in them i see reflections
myself or others
or i see through the glass
warping surroundings, mistaken for substance

enamored with what's within reach,
i need to touch it
reaching as far as i can
tipping it with the ends of my fingers

i can collect its pieces
but its form is shattered
image scattered
dust over the floor

blood staining the room
i need to leave
prevent more damage
snap out of the dream

away from the wares
feeling horns budding out
and a tail emerging
and the pain as they take my body