Approaching I_______

~*~

Swirling
like translucent liquid/light,
She shimmers
through her glass
vague self.
Safety pins
(silver)
hold together your
sanity, ripping
the delicate.
And it is me
thundering
through my brain
that holds on,
stops
the pins from
turning into
daggers.
(faced inwards)
But my finger
is weighted down with a
ring,
chaining me to the ground...
I can't fly away
this time.