columbia has fallen from the sky
into a lake of mercury and tinsel
such beautiful silver whispers
when seen from far away
such gorgeously boiling water
such delicately burning air
the noose looks like a necklace
when you look through the mirror
the blood is invisible on the red sequined shoes
and home is sometimes where the heart is
laying broken
the cold strengthens
the taste of iron on my tongue
and i'm turning to stone