gazing up at this hanging chandelier,
full of crystals and glittering torment.
It's so wondrous and exceptional,
I want to bring it's perfection crashing down.
Give me a hammer, a sword, a mallet,
anything to break the silver hymns
the glass makes when it sways at night.
How could you think I would want this
reminder of everything beautiful,
when all I feel are the irregularities of myself.