Invisible glass
May fate come to pass
Like sand,
An impeccable mass
Stories once told
In granules of gold
Stay chiseled,
Now out of my hold
Affronts never gone
A hidden, wretched song
I dare,
Cross that Rubicon
Yet powerful their act
Free of virtue and tact
Enough,
Let’s let the glass crack
About Author
Gina Kotinek
Gina Kotinek is the founder and Editor-in-Chief of the SPOT Lit. She can usually be found hunched over her computer, reading, writing, or searching for the art of conquering carpal tunnel and tendonitis.