She sits on the bed and reads me Old poetry About ******, sadness, and loss All synonyms For the same affliction really Dysfunction and despair Captured in yellowed archival snapshots Of a girl With a penchant for surviving pain
Mortality leaps From the prose as she reviews her life In hellish imagery A transmutation of spirit occurs Within her As she drifts through the years On each page Melancholy awareness for us both realizing That it's all real
No one can take away the scars that Every word cuts No one can deny the inviolable fortitude Required to document The war embedded and entrenched on the front lines Just old poetry To me they resonate like a distant bell Her sudden silence Whispers that the dead still scream her name