a glass chandelier hanging from the ceiling by a strand of dental floss
laced with indecision
the storm of the summer solstice erupts just outside the stained glass window
wrapped with the threat of death
the red front door is locked, I want to turn the golden **** to allow destruction to flood the ballroom// we are safe from the storm for the red front door is locked and I swallowed the key
we are sound and sheltered and stuck inside
I feel four walls encasing my skin, they are despondent to my cries, I plea for freedom, it cannot be found in this monster house
but the sea rages on outside
a crack of thunder, a blink of lightning , a sting of strong rain
I remove the key from my body in the only way I know how
I open the door.
the glass ceiling breaks.