By: Saundri Luippold
Destruction was the remedy to my hopeless, searing pain,
Glass sprinkled on the floor like confetti, such a wonderful mess to make!
Lavenders’ fragrance envelopes my environment again, while a monarch butterfly lands
on my hair as I lie down in a field of grass
for the first time in over a year.
A familiar face had glimpsed through my transparency, observing the windows encircling me. He
kicked a hole in the glass house that served as my protection and the whole structure
rained down in miniscule pieces, kind of like how I used to be.
I had forgotten what wind felt like and why I built a
house made of glass in the first place, but
I’d rather have scars on my knees from falling than fingerprints on panes that muffle my
screams.
Saundri Luippold is an undergraduate student at Azusa Pacific University (APU), studying English and Spanish. Her poetry has been published in Foreshadow magazine, The West Wind (APU’s literary journal), Big Wing Review, The Charleston Anvil, and is forthcoming in Gold Man Review. She loves reading and writing outside as well as listening to Taylor Swift. She writes on a personal blog, which can be found on Instagram @newromanticism13.