Beyond the looking glass
there is a world of shadow
where jigsaw people live.
They do not fit in so they are left out.
Their world runs parallel to ours.
Mothers love their children.
Their loved ones live a half life.
One in plain sight and one in shadow.
What goes on behind closed doors
is never seen. It is hidden away.
You can only see it in the suffering
of the people who love
the jigsaw people.
Noises in the night could
be one of those people being
taken away under cover of darkness.
Placed into care by the very people
who they trust. They are placed in a
secure place where they can cause
no harm to themselves or others.
In white rooms with no stimulation.
Having no stimulation their brains turn off.
They become jigsaw people.