Time cascades
over skin

Memories played over like
the broken cassette

Notes of ivory slip
and slide

Thoughts fog up
and drip down the drain

Left bare and shivering,
stripped of walls

Scribbles in the mind
fly into tangibility.

You turn off the water
and step out.

a light flickers
flits like a moth

from window to window
it goes.

nestled in a nook
shied away from the dark

too frightened to face
it's cracks.

A figure pauses,
relapses, moves back.
starts again;

broken childhood, shattered                                                      
too soon. others wouldn’t
have seen it coming.

futile attempts to build
dilapidated bridges
fail and burn;

drapes cover you, hiding
away monsters that
lurk within your mind.

armchairs left to rot
in forgotten corners,
orchids withered after a decade.

the lights don’t help.
the noises blind you.
the screaming never ceases.

glimpses of memories,
flash. flash.
flash..

You’ve wasted your time here.
the Devil lives within this empty house.
it’s too late, too late to crawl.

the best you can do is wait.

does the bird not fly
with wings made
for
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skies?

oh.

But you cut them.

Sunlight spreads
across windows,
gleaming like a
cat’s eye.

Nowhere to be seen
are
children’s giggles.
You lay in bed
wondering,
wishing,
when will the
next day
arrive?

It comes on
a white round circle.
The skies have
turned to waves
of blue,
and you sit there

Waiting.
For the orange sun to
come pouring in
your broken shards of
cereal that
used to
break you.

Cereal.
The small crumbs of hope
That never seem to reach you.

Orange sunsets
surprise
you when they
turn to white dots
In the
dark sky

How many
times have the
clouds
passed?

Too many,
you decide.

It saw the sun rise,
yet never wake.

It saw the tadpole jump,
only to never return.

It saw twilight,
choose between dawn
and dusk.

It saw waves,
wash away.

It sat there,
and waited.

Round
Smooth
...
Imperfect