This is a relentless dance
Lipstick prints lead from empty, cracked pedestals
She jumped, but not high enough.
Looks for his eyes and gets turned to stone
Now she can roll through it all
As smiles break, seasons churn, and he drifts out to lose
Treading years in his invisible exhaled wake
Everyone wants to trade
She is alive
A painful commodity, too thick to shake
The wind blows hard as the world spins down in her warped eyes
Why can’t she feel it?
Standing alone and untouched
Nothing moves her
Screams out with a silence so hard
Stolen voices, borrowed words
The floor is paved with wax
Fire won’t survive here
Waves flow through as she wades through his memory
Breathes in the stale air
Curses the clear horizon
Remembers the current
Claws at the scars and squints till it rains
Storms light up the halls
Strike her again.