Cracked Crystal Poem by John Weber

I reach out with trepidation
to vibrate the flex of your aura.
Your eyes whisper tales of
violence and despair behind
        five layers of eye-shadow.
Stepping gently, we pirouette:
a hammer dancing with glass.

I watch as you pad away
to wash your disgust in
absolution like a baptism
of sulphuric acid and tears,
        seared within fiery memory.
Streaks dissolve in the erosion
once poisoned by the fear.

The sobbing echoes off the tiles
until quaking my resolve firm.
Her childlike features huddle nerves
along the basin floor, waiting
        patiently to flow once again
in the ebbing cradle of blackness
where prospect will find her again.