Wednesday, June 27, 2007

Ruined





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~