Tortured by Memories

If you’re quiet –

You can hear it

Glass hearts shatter

The silent crushing

Of our souls

and shards of glass

Litter the floor

We lay broken

And the grinding crunch

Resounds

Beneath steel tipped boots

We clutch our heads

And we feel

Like nothing

Then the marionettes sway

And the dance begins

We twirl

Like never before

The swirl of taffeta and lace

But inside, we hide

The pain

Smile girl – yes smile

And bow a little too

And the puppeteer sits

Glassy eyed

And mocks the movements

As she sways in tune

Time has etched

Its rivers

Across her back

And when all is still and quiet

She remembers. . .

For those rivers run deep

And despite starry skies

And morning sunrise

She can’t look away

She can’t look away

For those rivers run deep

And she just can’t forget

No matter how hard she tries.

 

© Sumyanna 2015

 

*Picture taken from Morguefile (PennyWise)

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