She longs and desires to hold and caress to own and possess this illusion that shines and that is smooth, slippery and fragile just like glass. She tries hard to hold on to it. Harder she tries faster it slips and faster it slides. Out of her palms. But her tight baby-like hold doesn't want to let go of it. slowly and eventually shattering it into pieces. Its splinters piercing through her skin and drawing blood from her vein and leaving behind a treasure of pain. She longed to have and not let go of the glass No wonder she holds splinters in her hands !
