• Loni Hoots

Chandelier (Poem)


All at once everything drops,

and I'm left here in a dark room

where I'm surrounded by a broken chandelier

as I sit on the ceiling,

with the view of intruders searching below me.


I open my mouth

but no sound comes out,

I try to rattle the chandelier,

but my hand goes straight through,

it's as though I'm just as broken

and lost as the objects.



*photo credit: Paul Raeside

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