Angles in Glass

My breath rolled out
A hot spring stealing the light
Crystallized
In geometric blades
Splitting the glass
Like a cutter that hates their face
With passion
Hard sharp angles
Slivers of a broken mirror
Reflecting the entanglement
Of Heart and Sun
They fell together out of sight
Lovers seeking solitude

Ten degrees burned at my feet
Keep them moving
A reminder to self
Three hours is a long time
In thin diabetic socks
Muscles cramp and numb
Hard sharp angles
Difficult to send a message
Stiff, wrinkled, and clumsy fingers
I looked at them with contempt
A coup d’état everted
Momentarily

Chiral image stared back at me
Through the frosted glass
Cut into sections
Divided
Hard sharp angles
I could have told you the truth
But why
Ruin both of our days?
Heart was ready to shatter
The brain took over
Suppressed emotions
To lie to you… just this one time
Happy you are happy, I am

Alone with my lie in the dark
I wanted to be as happy for you
As I really should have been
A knife in the gut
Cut
Hard sharp angles
I wished that
Someone wanted to be alone
For three days in a hotel with me

Hard sharp angles