Medical Experiments, Hand drawn boroscilicate glass, 2011
Charlie Murphy
I feel like you sometimes.
Spiky, branched out,
brittle body incongruous
snake-shadows strong,
pinned, wired, and alone.
Your glass thorns are dancers
in a savage fairyland,
one touch would crush
those delicate stiletto claws.
Infinite fragility took you to the edge.
Did you fly?
