Rain of Feathers

Eider down feathers fall down around me like snow from the sky, I raise my arms turn in a circle and take in the wanton tempest of my fury, A lampshade flung against a wall, the base cracked, the shade torn, the bedside table battered and rammed against a dresser like an abusive husband’s wife, The mirror shattered into a million pieces, each one reflecting a mask of rage, someone I don’t recognize glares back at me from the ice like bits of glass, The mattress ripped open, springs popping out like a hundred jack in the boxes, only there were no jacks or any boxes, just rusted,old springs flopping around like fish in a sea of impotence, And now, with the pillows sliced and flung about the room, a calming rain of feathers slowly falls around me, And I am at peace once again.