Glass on wall

When one tried climbing the wall,there would be colored glass on it,sitting with the crow.The crow would swoop on a soap cake travelling in a child’s hand.Soap would be red and opaque,bearing a black crow’s triangular leg mark, a gash on child’s palm,a colorless squeal in child’s eyes.It would smell colorless hospital.

By the broken glass there is rain falling to an utter lack of color,like little broken pieces of a sky,sprinkled on vast sheets of rain with tiny eruptions as shrapnel,from a sky’s angry arsenal.

Glass on wall is against thieves,colorless pieces of humans,from a black night, a bit colored ,if without oil on naked bodies,colorless oil that made thieves slippery as the night