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Poems 2005 There is no light behind closed eyelids
as acid tears burn trenches in her sunken cheeks and
the lullaby of a dead girl plays on a broken record.
Flesh drips from hollow bones
pooling at her feet,
seeping through the ravines between the floorboards.
She screams bloody murder as yesterdays fly by and
notes of shattered glass dance in an empty room,
splattering walls with disfigured rainbows and
crooked smiles leer from melting mirrors –
laughing at nothing.
Madness born of knowledge is infecting her eyes.
A skeleton runs through a narrowing hallway:
the basic blueprint of a memory,
a lost soul seeking the question for the answer,
the moment where is all began.
Sprinting backwards through memories and events forgotten,
she watches the stranger she knows all too well.
Locked doors mock intelligence,
secrets held captive behind snickering keyholes,
and walls whisper broken promises made long ago.
The door to the past lays knocked from its hinges,
leading to a time before the gouging of the third eye.
Stains mar flowered wallpaper,
remnants of an ancient battle.
Staring past the gore of too many lifetimes,
knowledge lies in the forgotten, and
lives are resurrected from the dead.
A skeletal hand reaches through the gore for a life discarded
searching for a skin shed too soon,
wiggling into an old life,
before time could erode beauty.
