My father is watching you in this smoke-filled room; of the three doors — body, soul, and spirit.
Smoke engulfs these stung eyes; you search for the key to unlock your body speech mind from numbness, but you collapse hand outstretched; empty.
Where is my mind? Welcome to my smoky unconscious
The mask is.. …Confined, within four walls; hear my screams as he falls– face buried in the pavement.
Conceal the moonlight to rotate– reveal the dark shade that encapsulates my screams drown– drown– drowning in faceless bodies, to find they all belong to me.
I am malleable, unpredictable, unknown I am the silence before the rainbow or the storm.
Or I am simply nothing.
His lips are infinite possibilities infinite time that slip through the gaps of my fingers; piling immaculately. Cruelly.
I have lost everything.
A free-verse response to Daughter's "Smoke." Originally a blog-post: https://ramisatheauthoress.wordpress.com/2016/01/17/smoke-by-daughter-music-blogging-challenge-3/#more-2738