Numbed

My heart rushing forward at warp speed

As I remain standing

My gray feet hovering over the doorstep

Prisoner to my mind that is frozen

Mirrors

My reflection in mirrors as they shatter

Seven more years of bad luck

Forever.

Perhaps I simply have disappeared. It happens. Small chunks of us that we hide behind so many rooms we create.

One room for the sultry one, one for the mad.

One room for the dreamer, one for she who cries.

Everyday, a warren that grows ever-more. Rooms whose keys have been long lost , what skeletons must they hold?

I have forgotten so much . And remember so much.

Memories created in dreams

Burnt down to cinders

Embers fly around

A blackened cheek

As I try to brush against them

Can I feel you if I burn?

Tears of sand that will not be wiped away

A torrent now in the place of the older muddy streaks –

A sandstorm awakes.

Grainy and gritty the sensation

There are no eyes left to see

The manic in the mirror

Clutching her face and raking her hair.

Sleep is a dream far away.