16 April 2010

remember when it was someone else's regret
pushed on through the membrane misdirection
though the veins like line and airwaves
the metallic clang of tools to dissect
the resurrection of all the mutterings moldering
in dark dank cells where it's forgotten
because she's not going to be remembered
and if she is remembered, she'll only be
little clips of a sullen clenched fist bitch
and nobody saw the demons in her eyes
the carnival disguise a mime using hands
to tell a white face hush sound
silence
the waves die down and all that she was is
or ever will be
is sucked drowned down deep
in someone else's putrid breath