The Chains
By bedazzled •
I swirl the dust
with a fingertip,
watch the tornadoes dance,
watch the particles spin.
I cannot let it settle.
I linger in the exit;
cannot stay,
cannot go
and you don't hold
the door.
You let me kick up
the colours,
twirl pirouettes
of light
in your aqua eyes.
You tell me to leave
but never unlock
the chains.
You want,
you need,
you lie.
Electric storms
when we touch,
banished
but so close.
Immutable pulse.
We're masters of
hollow goodbyes,
prisoners of
surrender.
A doll in your glass box,
the dust only settles
on me.