You used to be higher- the tops buildings- what did they look like? You wouldn’t have known. Birds wouldn’t dare go so high; they don’t fly- they walk on skyways. Like the glass ceiling.

O;
I never noticed it before.

U;
It’s always been there,

O;
I used to sleep beneath the stars.

U;
It’s just a ceiling.

O;
It is now. The hole makes it just a ceiling. It isn’t endless anymore. I can see its limits. I could climb up there and walk around. I couldn’t do that before. It really wasn’t there. I know it wasn’t. I felt the summer rain on my cheek as it pittered down from above. How did that get beyond the glass ceiling? When did that get there?

U;
It’s always been there. You think you felt the rain before? Well you’ll definitely feel it now. Not Summer rain either- cold wet rain. Rain that falls in puddles and seems to gather in layers of ice beneath the skin. Unless you patch that hole up, of course.

O;
Me? Why me?