hiding under sheeted words unread

terror crumbs between gritted teeth

soaked bloodstains caked on a bed

fragmented lain forgotten beneath

their own fragile beating hearts

 

they

fall

 

into the arms of a pure white angel

children abandoned to day’s dawning

sunrise mourning in the garden of hell

where sins beckon the liars revealing

their own desperate hopes and dreams

 

they

swim

 

into the waves of sunken chapters

breaking surface unable to breath

smoking lines choked and sweltered

a boiling broth from which they feed

their own imagined shame and filth

 

they

burst

 

into the silence of a darkened passage

leading ever deeper by twists and turns

spiralled down in glowing seamless rage

the gaping weevil wounds set to burn

their own departing nights and days

 

they

reach

 

into the final despairing chapter

tearing scribbled pages butterfly frail

to guide them back from life thereafter

hand in hand walking the paper thin tale

their own ticket frayed and worn

 

they

depart

 

into this wonderland world of suspense

carried aloft on drifting balloon clouds

fallen scattered word droplets condense

on the waiting heads and silky shrouds

of their own inevitable conclusions

 

 

©Colsibabes 2015