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