Shop Glass
by clippedtrust
· 23/03/2026
Published 23/03/2026 10:24
Plate glass,
a dusty sheen.
Her plastic smile.
My face, lean, between.
Not mine.
For a second, not known.
A double exposure,
a silent groan.
Her fixed stare.
My hurried glance.
A flicker of something
I didn't want.
The street moved on.
The light, hard, cold.
A self, half-seen,
a story, half-told.