Monday, March 9, 2009

The Comfort of Pain

The sweet comfort of repetition
The familiarity of change
Goodbye, one and all

Hear the screaming walls
Listen to the bellowing prison phone calls
Evidence but a silently crying crimson-speckled shawl

Violet
Rouge
Azure

Colours of her broken skin and smile
See them disappear upon the faded backdrop
All is snow white once more

Tirades but a memory
Locks once more secure
A heart is mended

Drip
Drip
Blood still flows
Freely from the walls it runs

A name tattooed in veins
Chains remain in place
This room
This room
This room holds her still

Love once held the thump-thump
It grew thorns
Thumping turned to dripping

Hear doors shut
Watch as windows are barred
Feel the shivering cement below

Trapped

The memories
They never left
He never left

A single whisper escapes her lips
"Love me, love me"

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