memories are like vessels on the ocean
poisoned and floating
sunk for our own good,
buried deep.
Until time ebbs away
it's ruins
and they rise to the surface
like shattered mirrors
reflections of once broken lives,
remembered with a sombre silence.
The hairs on my body stand
as if they too uphold respect
of passing moments
be they beautiful or not
and I shudder
trying to remove each pin and needle
dug into my skin
like enforced acupuncture
unbearable heat attacks my pores
I rub salt into the minute passages
eyes closed, I grimace at the pain
regret taught me that
self-inflicted anguish
is relief.
So I emerge from shame
like the widow emerging from a pyre,
burning.
Screaming to the skies at Indestructible Consequence
As inadequate rays
keeps me cold
and a disappointed sun
watches on.
