morgue chan

Veiled Reality

Glass stuck between us,

Muffling words and emotions,

Acting and moving, but also watching.

Inside the Glass room, looking out,

Face pressed against the cool surface,

hands leaving smudges, further blurring out reality.

I know one day, someone will come,

They'll wield a heavy ax and shatter my glass room.

And I’m afraid


Of my ability to withstand the harshness

of reality without my thin veil of protection.

I will not be able to hide

I will not be able to run,

And I will feel more than I have ever felt.

And people will see

They will know

And I will be exposed, and naked.

by: Morgane Leleux