the door

Blistered aged boards, rusted worn hinges... closed door

transparent

Face in the pane, less transparent than missing.

cold

Cold steel chain link keeps it imprisoned now.

shattered

"shattered by the sharp sound of a loud female scream and the sound of breaking glass".

masked

Unlike those below, the top row was masked.

a glimpse

Later on, I had a glimpse beyond the others, who were blinded.

forgotten

They now are forgotten waiting in their Cinderella rags, til the end

reflection

Fractured reflection oblivious of things too real.

for me

I stared fixedly at it's broken glass and rotting bricks, for me, there will be a tomorrow.