Veins Of Glass

Hands reach through fading smoke  
Tracing lines that never spoke  
A breath held close, too sharp to stay  
Falling fast, I drift away  

Eyes skim over fractured light  
Threads that pull, twist out of sight  
Hollow notes where meaning slips  
Words unravel from my lips  

Veins of glass, a shiver deep  
Secrets buried, scars that seep  
Silent echoes, sharp and bare  
Filling spaces stripped of air  

Underneath, a pulse runs cold  
The weight of secrets left untold  
Fingers grasping empty space  
Catching glimpses I can’t trace  
 
Feel the edge, the blurred divide  
Lost in whispers that collide  
A touch that fades before it lands  
Slipping like sand through open hands  

Veins of glass, a shiver deep  
Secrets buried, scars that seep  
Silent echoes, sharp and bare  
Filling spaces stripped of air  
 
Breath tightens—pull, release  
Bound in threads that never cease  
Sound fractures, breaks, and bends  
A gasp caught right before it ends  

Veins of glass, reflections thin  
Shadows linger, silence wins  
Breathing in what’s left behind  
Fragments scatter in my mind