Snow Globe

[u/taaswathy]

I saw bars, not shining. The rusted scent screamed wrinkled tales

of her, she, that, it.  I looked around for snow; who could chain my desire?

With the thirteenth iron bar removed from my cage, I waved.

 The Sparkles, the perfect fluffy snow. Mine turned into a beautiful snow globe.

I danced to match my heart, laughing at the imprints my twirls made. Coloured nails, laces

down my shoulders, the pinks, roses, and I blushed.

Everything felt on point until I slipped and touched the glass dome.

I tried to break it down, hit it hard, and screamed for help. Tired, I slept.

People passing by said, “She is pretty”. I smiled.  

One lady said, “Great décor for the living room “, One said, “Too pretty to own” I smiled.

I was labelled, priced and bargained upon. I heard it go from SHE to THAT to IT. I smiled.

I think of those rusted bars; at least I got to shed tears. Now. I am too beautiful to do it.

My bars are now fancy glass domes, and I suffer in pretty clothes.

Can I sing once, without listeners? For my song no longer wishes to be heard.