Friday, March 10, 2006

{Something I wrote a while ago, and then added to.}

Her fingers clawed at the surface.
Deep scratches inlaid in the furniture.
Long gashes cringed down the walls.

An empty record played the hauntings
Of the years gone past. Polished surfaces,
Now covered with dust. Flesh uncovering
Bone, as it was slowly eaten away by time,
And monsters in the dark. Eyelashes peeling
Away and falling like feathers through the hot air.

The drapes pulled close to each other,
Hiding the secrets that are whispered
By lovers at the gate.

Every memory rewinding in the slow machine,
Clicking tuneless and dull like her mind,
Cringing away from the serotonin. Hot needles
In flesh, melting away bone. Hair follicles snapping
And dancing away to the ceiling,
Attracted by the heat and crusted blood.

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