Inside the hall
Of mirrored scars
The images make
Hollow words stain the
Mind to the core.

My only way out is through
Thoughts of your eyes, but
Often they flood the
Reflection of us, on and
Off of the screen
Of our broken window.
The foundation shakes out
Shiny pieces of good times
Hidden inside of the
Walls of our rusty filing cabinet.

Stained with old tears and fears
With no clear sight of
The things that brought me here

****** shame it is that the
Residue is still stuck in place there.
From ashes to car crashes
Your('e) feeling like this just might be your
Last chance to say anything back.
Kiss it away.

All
At
Once

It
Will
(Dis)*appear.