Obtrusive Light

She has seen you all before

All the eyes that wander in callous joy

The eyes that hide in ubiquitous loathing

The brows that furrow in contemplation 

All the eyes to be seen and to be lost 

Were once hers to behold

And then you go. 

With the tang of the night still sticking to the flick of her tongue 

she slithers through the dimly lit streets 

a lonely mist devouring the air with dances of empty mischievousness

Her fingers caress the darkness 

each playing a different note in the orchestra of night 

Her wrinkled thumb hits low with the sinuous sounds of mother crying, 

her cracked nail beckons forth the screech of tires

and her pinky coerces the roar of tumultuous thunder 

Rushing gracefully

in waves with silent screams for violins 

furious pounding hearts for cellos 

and seductive jealously for her flutes 

she conducted her orchestra and with every string plucked 

every drum beat 

she felt the impending darkness of night soothe her loneliness 

Her art was chaos but her heart was empty. 

Your smiles isolate

All the smiles practiced in faith

The smiles that whisper destruction

Each smile that clawed in dissatisfaction

Were once all her's

To hold and caress

Now all are gone

You are loneliness.

Let me go. 

From your vindictive fingers that grab the ropes that tie her mind together 

they have taken her hair 

once cascading with sunshine 

now only to be replaced and stabbed by shadow 

Her back 

once adorned with innocence and freshly fallen snow powdered to flight 

has been ripped and mauled by the prayers of children

Her body 

once beautifully bare and unmarked 

now holds the lashes of words and scars of undisputed flame 

Her fingers 

once youthful and ethereal 

able to play the heart of the harp with beauty and grace 

have shattered to pieces; 

cracks have gone empty as they fall into oblivion

each obfuscates the night with curves meant to disrupt direction. 

Her eyes, once your's, are gone 

For only darkness speaks to the blind.

The figure an illusion

The wings of sorrow tapered in despair

Do not beat in the air anymore

They fall soundlessly into the night

Creating silence within noise

A shadow to the ebony darkness

Never seen

Never heard

Only forgotten to all but the night.