I stare at you, the sweat on my palms making it hard to grasp the conversation.

Your lips form spiteful words.

I feel my eyes glaze over.

Disbelief and distrust threaten to spill out as waterfalls from both our eyes.

Wild, raw, and untamed.

Pacing side to side, like a lioness behind sound proof glass.

Ice beneath my fingertips as my hands press against it.

Glass is fragile and frail.

The carpet flattens like my heart, trampled beneath your careless stomps.

I pray the glass will hold.

I pray it will hold you there.

I pray you’ll stay there at a distance.

I pray the distance will clear your mind.

I pray with a clear mind you’ll see my side.

Until then,

Here I’ll stay,

Safe on my side of the glass.