Corridors of the Mind
With thudding, laden steps, she heaved each door shut and bolted them; nothing left to flash before her eyes.
He relaxed against the doorframe, sighing into its sunlit depths; afraid to muddy it with his calloused hands.
She flung them all open, sunsets and sunrises cascading from each doorway; her laughter an immortal chime.
Slamming it shut, he fell to his knees, forehead pressed against the worn wood; some doors should remain closed.
His studious pacing counted the polished doors, opened and closed on command; never any dust to linger.
Tiptoe steps led her to starlit skies, ignoring doors creaking open at the corner of her eyes; don't look, don't remember.
He strolled, chuckling and patting each doorframe like an old friend on the back; a life lived he couldn't regret.
Prying the door open, hands bloodied and scarred, she stared into the void; embracing the pain that made her whole.
Flames licked at her heels, doors flaming and falling to ash revealing steel bones; no danger of rose colored glasses.
Abandoned Life
Rippling tide tickled in
Foaming cream embellished
frothing the creature
embraced within
curiosity piloted me
toward sodden shape
kissed by eddies
bathed by ocean tears
dusted with cinnamon sand
bedecked by sea creatures
flecks of sea worn shells
I extended my hand
to brush off the grains
recoiled in horror
threw caution to wind
excised the seaweed
sheltering her nose
pale lifeless eyes
resigned to fate
abandoning life
fearing its pursuit
too titanic to swim
through her misery
tide flowed out
taking the flotsam
the dregs of her life
leaving no traces.
I wondered with pain
if she had drowned
but my pith
sank with certainty
suicide with the tide.
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