She can't close her eyes anymore
Years of red-blooded memories have left her mind
In the darkroom full of her undeveloped thoughts
And feelings and hurt that she failed to disband
Like the final notes of that song; the one that every
Time it plays her skin burns where the
Acid of so many stung her before;
Wasps relentlessly buzzing and beating;
Vibes with the rhythm of her favorite things and
A bass that makes her heart clench and her vision cloud
And her toes curl into the arches of her feet
The arches of her back - broken in the dimly lit
Darkrooms, because one could not possibly
Contain it all- all of everything, everyone, everywhere;
Even when they're gone, they're still there;
Behind closed walls - eyelids - fluttering
like her heart and
Her head, or her bed which has yet to have
A tired soul to comfort;
There will always be something else to comfort her
There will always be something to draw her away from rest
There will never be quiet
There may never be an end
She will never be over