Glass Idoltries.

Glass Idoltries.

By Bahr

An empty house,

Filled with glass idols, up to the brim.

Sunlight enters through the roof, 

It shelters in.

Between the cracks and the rims

Of the windows, where rooms were once so dim.

There a girl is lit 

To the outpour of colour

Cerulean, violet, emerald wonders 

She burns in the beauty she has  discovered 

Amethyst, rose and crimson 

The prodigal daughter feasts them.

Her appetite never falters, yet the sun slowly alters

It dips down back into the world,

Slips from the crevices of the house 

And slowly lifts the light from the girl’s mouth.

All the colour in her stomach slowly drifts about 

And she sinks towards the darkness

In the presence of her idols.

They watch and lie in wait,

To see the light they can give her,

Yet they can only hold their hands in statued wait

To the demise of their daughter’s bludgeoned fate.