I am a jar of lazy waltzing fireflies.
Tiny sparks drift
round about my insides.
Splintering lines wink
as glowing bugs dance in my frame.
Cracks run through me
like black crystal veins.

My glass chest is overcome
with a crawling web of fractures.
I screech
with the strain to hold together.

AND I SHATTER

Shards of me fall with a twinkling sigh
and in the air
a humming yellow fire swells.
Those who glowed within me dissipate,
lazily waltzing away
from a broken empty shell.