Velvet

I look out my window
is it broken
or is it me
shattered reflections follow
in my sunken heels
but i don't feel broken
not hindered at all
as i lean against my velvet wall
smoke curls toward the ceiling
origin unknown
like a faded memory
spinning ,spinning,gone
i see a twinkle on my windowsill
a sparkling fairy
small and still  
I hear her whispers in my head
of things i have never said
she beckons me with an outstretched claw
i do not think i should go at all
"you are mad" she says
when i fail to approach
climbing in her upholstered coach
pulled by two tiny horses
and away out the broken glass she goes
the thought circles through my head
of the words that she said
"surely im not mad "
i repeat into my broken mirror
"but what an odd place i am in"
Who is me?By The Way
and how did i get here
who is Here? and Why am I?
and Why is here so me?
i look back in my window
i walk back to my door
twist the knob and prepare to exit
i wonder about the world outside
Why is my door glued shut?
or is it locked from the inside ?
nonsense
im inside
how could i have locked myself in
with no keyhole to be found
a whistle and i turn around
to find my feet lifted off the ground
the little green twinkle
in the window again
and this time she brought her friends
dragging me with ease toward the broken glass
toward the evil twinkle in my sill
"silence child ,you know you can fly,the only way out is down"
and for that moment i believe her...
i rub my eyes
still she stands
i step upon the ledge
i exail out
more smoke
and i lean forward
for freedom
for escape
before i can fly out the window
the broken glass melts to cold steel
what a mad world i am in
or is it
what a mad world i belong to