Glass

her room was filled to the brim by the thousands; piles and piles of jars stacked precariously into towers stacked into cities stacked into stars. they tumbled over one another, created seas and valleys and skies. civilizations built from glass and metal.

and she'd watch them for hours, observing, obsessing, over the small people born of her creation.

and she hung no clocks on the walls, only pocket-watches. they swung and ticked, but never kept time, just as she never had hers. her time was lost in wallpaper and dusty pianos. wooden floors and glass abysses had swallowed it whole.

and one day they'll find her, lying amidst her colorful worlds. she'll sleep with her oceans and valleys and skies and she'll do so with a smile because she knows.