Behind the painted smile- love loss
Swimming in broken mirrors, splashing in the shards…
Searching for a slice of yesterday; a painted smile to,
Cloth the naked truth; Precious to the minds eye,
Yet blinded by the reality of the past in silent shadows.
The embers of time must be released from heart,
Yet memories are all her life holds for sanity’s existence.
A child’s cry wraps around her soul like carnivorous ivy,
Breathing is no longer a necessity, for redemption has no
Home in which to breed. Force fed oxygen, through lungs
Of blackened ashes; scars deliver a permanent reminder
Of a path no longer visible, & where under the rainbow
Lays the pot of hope? In which without life seems so bland.
Seeds of sorrow seduce the sedative serenity of silence,
To birth a new death, & whisper blundering wisdom
Of numb notion into the ears of passing turmoil & shame
Rivers run black, for ashes bring tears to the skies eyes,
Yet rush ever closer to their puddle like graves on a the
Marble floor she lays; although her veins run below
Room temperature, to embrace the shivers would surely
Be too painful to bare, yet below her lays a colder entity
In which her previous life was obsessed with.
Masked by the alexia of life, yet suffocated by her own decisions,
The storm of stress tore her vision through Lucifer’s juice
For a brief moment of clarity & relaxation, however, relaxation
Was to be the very cause of the burnt out dreams she held so tight.
Disembowelled by one swift blow of the samurai sword,
Trembles began a relationship with fragile shimmers of love.
She burry’s the truth deep within her tears, never to be decoded
By anything that possesses a pulse; what people don’t know,
They cannot judge. Yet the summer breeze the whisked her
Away into paradise also hides the deep dark secret in her stony
Resting ground; never able to unravel the venom that lies within.
A hatred for the flesh manifests into love for the pungent scent
Of melting finger tips, in which will never touch the golden
Hair of that she treasured so dearly again; with a smile of
Denial she skips the future and washes herself upon the shores
Of the past; to a time when her love was still firmly cradled
In her grasp, a deed always to remember, but NEVER to retract
A stare of lifeless eyes, confirms a child’s laughter is no more.
Awaking from a slumber, to find plastic mutilated by
Burning teardrops, from which her child had sang
Deep into the night; Dancing in desperation as the
Flames singed her hypnotic eyelids, scent of boiling blood
Infuriated her as she made attempts to replenish her
Daughter’s heart beat to suit the rhythm of Tortured screams
Of a lone violin, mannequins fall limp to their deaths,
And taste the wine of a virgin’s blood curdling cries.
Forced into recognition, the flames seeds grew larger to the
Naked eye, pealing flesh as she whispered her fury
Lungs tare into shards of memory as each cry for a
Mother’s reflection draws the little girl closer to
A premature sleep, a sleep in which she can never awake.
‘MUMMY, MUMMY, MUMMY!!’
As mother’s feet met oak wood, nothing could save
That soul she loved, the violins falls short of breath
Until no longer can he play his symphony oh hope,
And then… silence
The fault of alcohol and cigarettes she holds blame to,
Ifs, buts and maybes could never bring her child from grave
To side; in a moment of lack of responsibility the elements
Tore her heart in mid beat, & shredded her insignificant
Existence into a lingering guilt trip of sorrow, she bled
For her child whom shared the same blood as she
Yet only ones blood continues to flow through veins
Of acidic vengeance upon self, till death do us part she cried.
People say she looks well again, yet when she glances
At her own reflection she visions scars of loneliness,
& The mirror smashes once again, to create an abstract
Canvas of animosity and lust for life
Breathe cut short, no longer can she stand the shadows;
Glancing at the moon she speaks words to the stars
Above, ‘don’t worry darling, I’m coming’ & as
The candles fall to their suicidal entities, the marble floor
Once again tastes the sweet sound of silence.
‘Don’t worry my darling mummy’s coming’
Laughter falls victim to flickers
-Poeta