Frozen in time
that smile I gifted
to warm lips
that once spoke
of flowers and such
those lips are silent
the smile stays
acid trickles down the chin
“hold it in”, I say
“don’t let it dribble
onto the floor..”
it slithers, you know,
into unlit corners
and stays…
watching without eyes
eating into the walls
cracks appear
snake like
all the way to the roof
and it falls…
inwards…inwards
into the soul
so much debris
so much debris…
~Anita~
