A Broken Idiom

The fly buzzed furiously against the window pane
Just above a horde of his equals
Their broken bodies on the sill
But he, just as I, will stay imprisoned

The sun glints on the cobwebs
Ripped and torn
My body swathed in their grasp
The spiders compose the buttons on my tailed coat

A shattered mirror biting into the hardwood floors
As I see my dark reflection looking back
Thousands of eyes all accusing
Stare into a thousand more

Dust moats hover
And prick at my limbs
Laughing as I flinch
Away from there touch

The room spins
And refracts
Its shadows eating the
Innocent, alive

Innocence?
A broken idiom that exists only as a word
My guilt my shame
Plague me

If only this prison would conclude
If only I could smash the
Window and disappear
If only I might ascend or sink through these walls

So my love, save
This frigid heart before it stops beating
Seize it from this restricted chest
And mend its splintered pieces

But please just before you go
Open the window
Before you leave my corpse alone
And save my friend from his noxious fate