snow globe

she holds our snow globe in her hands

she looks deep inside, curious

is she waiting for the magic to begin

does she know how to make it start

is she imagining the chrystilized snowflakes falling from our dome shaped sky

can she see my hand glued to yours 

or how my eyes are drawn on so it looks like im looking directly into your wooden soul

does she notice how my smile is painted on so blissfully 

do my rosy cheeks convince her 

do they make me seem real

i wait for her to shake our world alive 

i wait for her to spin the dial somewhere deep at our core 

thats when that magic starts, and the music begins

when we dance moving from here to there

instead she falters, she falls hard to the ground

and for a second our world awakens

the snowflakes rush to the sky and then begin to fall swooshing left and right

but our snow globe crashes to the ground

glass shattering, paint chipping, our world falling apart

i wonder if she sees the snowflakes now as glitter painted styrofoam scattered across the floor

the chip in my complexion reaches my glass painted eyes

it leaves me feeling broken, but at least now my hands are no longer glued to yours

my wooden legs are separated from the snow globe floor

i have fallen out of the place i once called home

you're still stuck inside, left with all the glass

is this freedom, i dared to ask.