by Caiti

It is not my body

it is a body.

A place for my soul to reside.

A collection of electricity

Locked inside a constant form.

A stained glass window

Broken and stuffed into a glass vase,

Still collecting

And reflecting

The light

But casting it back in such forms

The original could never be deciphered.

Creating something new

From the sharp edges

Of a thousand prisms.

But what happens

If the vase

Breaks

too?

Caiti is an artist who takes inspiration from nature, cryptids and more! Support her work here and follow her on Instagram!