Hey all, been a while. Hope you enjoy the changes in my writing style since when I posted here years ago. This is a brief straightforward bit of black humor story telling poetry. Elaine's Handglass She is called Elaine's Handglass for She reflects the peaks of the Elaine mountain range whose glaciers fill Her. Oh, yes, a "handglass" It is serene as that. On the surface as clear as God's tears is so smooth a mirror one would think upon entering you were falling into the sky itself! It is more akin to the acids of Hell, sinister. I know why It stands so barren! There is only one semblance of life, the death of any who dive in, suckers no larger than a thimble, more voracious than pirahna, swarming up from icy depths in numbers enough to shame the stars, and they don't let go! That is why It is the 'Handglass'.