The Glass Castle

Here we are. In the Glass Castle. Hurling our baby teeth at the ghosts that mirror back at us when we forget to keep our eyes shut to the flames that forged our cage. I’m writing hymns in blood on the walls- hoping Angels can read backward. And you’re laughing at the way I shiver as I grow colder despite the glaring light surrounding the Incubus we built in this woken dream. And as the Chimera rears his head- his eyes savoring the flame. I hum through teeth made of foolish wisdom. Hoping they don’t crack when they collide with the truth my tongue shudders out. But you. You just crawl on the floor, naked and unmarred by the life forced dripping from the barriers that keep us from falling into nothing. Collecting the enamel of our youth. Just to toss them back. And laugh at prattling futility of trying to break down walls that are already shattering. -James Kelley 2018