she cannot humiliate you anymore
friends that are gone
too many battles with no
survivors
now that they are won
who will forgive
as the war rages on
inside
guilty of dreaming
too often by fault
tried to tie my tongue
pierced down the edges
with daggers
to keep it from running away
with my mind
the clanging still ringing
from bells long since silent
the bell tower is full of cobwebs
and old poisonous books
you can't read
but there is
time enough
for rough edges
to roll flat,
to feel.
every page
to turn back
be torn out
and thrown to the wind
the story and its demons disassembled
cast out.
as we sit trembling
in the encroaching showers
we are naked
the guitars play backwards
the records shatter into shards
sound will wash away the black widow ink
while we huddle in the rain
and the dark escaping
as thunder rolls
hands over ears
when silence appears
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