Splinters

Airborne cups and saucers
Forks and wooden spoons
Harbingers of Hades
In our little concrete heaven

The witch has flipped again
Egged on by a shadow
Rabid eyes and gnashing teeth
Glimmer after midnight

Nowhere to hide from the spell,
From this hell of hate and gloom
Of reddened cheeks
And runny noses

Hands tremble
Voices rise
Into a crescendo of pain
And desperate crawling

Bleating babies
Bleeding hearts
Bloodied knuckles
Broken doors

Splinters in their ferry-floss
Tiny shards of glass
Oh Just a little superglue

For their soul’s fractured pieces