necks snap and break.
Like lockets cracked-
hung from our chests,
chains sweet in scent
scraping and grinding our delicate skin;
raindrops of broken mirrors
opal eyes stare back at our reflection.
Half- lit, we strive
leaping towards fluorescent desperation.
These lights shine too brightly-
a saviour among creation.
We sing and lie like hidden gems
Tucked away, scraps of sawdust
in the carpenter's nest