the glass sea explodes with one crunch
its ceiling cries out from all its burdens proclaimed
the teardrop rain carries on its war of flames
Miss sneakers travels up to the arid ex-marsh
and is martialled to salvation by a truth sheathed false.
balls of glass jade hit her skull
she sulks to the land
with her imagination in hand
to the reality of pavement pools,
puddles and floods.
- By Laila Ali Haid
