Glass.

Spontaneous combust,

coughed up, in a cloud of dust,

erased the air, to tread on trust,

swept under rugs to stop the stuck,

unwind the clock cos time is up.

Reverse the curse, release the clutch,

steeped in sweat, sweet innocents,

disarm the dreadful dissonance.

Rewind the tape, to relive the rust

that ate away, and eroded us;

like acid rain, corrosive cut. 

I fade away, to further my fear 

of failed filial obligatory fuss. 

I uncross my heart, & hope to live,

receive the love that I, too, give. 

Put myself first to make it last—

add armour to my house of glass.