Make Me

My mind is like the wind whipped it
Spun it out of sand like glass
A sand rose, rolling on the desert floor
Pushed and beaten
Intricate threads like candy floss
Delicate, transparent, untouchable

My mind is a tiny palace, fragile shell
Peach and pink, grey and silver
Inside I spy the stalactites, clinging,
Frozen alive.
The result of time, the drip-drip
of fear and love, laughter, betrayal

It is beautiful.
It is terrifying.
It is mine.