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!
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