When the dam breaks

Angelic things with broken wings

she sings the song while she’s dancing

Of silver bells and concrete shells 

and broken glass and waiting

Of fairy dust and cry-if-you-must

and hearts that have stopped their beating

Of elves in shoes and Baton Rouge 

she slides over mud while she’s cleaning

bits of things like fear and wayward tears

and running instead of just going

Of hopelessness and feeling less 

and worrying your unravelling is showing

Of angelic things with broken wings

she sings the song while she’s sobbing.