Tredding softly on the soil forebidden
you enter past the rusted corpse of an
entrance. You taste the dusted coughed
off of the rust, you choke on the scent
of memory.
Do you dare touch it?
in fear of contamination?
dare to remember?
that one memory, forever forgotten
You push past it with no hesitation, in
hopes of an escape, scanning your eye
other mother nature is her child
falling out from cradles of bark,
to your feet, in hopes of salvation.
will you melt into this atmosphere?
unpleasant? through the reeds
searching silently frantic, can you hide
from yourself? let alone run away,
will you drown?
You stutter a breath, penetrating the
reeds, melting into a pool of tears. you still
see her corpse, her eyes of ice and
skin of stone, do you remember?
You fall into her watery
embrace never hearing
her voice, or the pattern of her breath
will you remember?
as her hair tangles around your finger tips
she pulls you down like a new found lover
you tremble up from the ice and reeds,
you found her, do you remember?
sweetest opheliac am i
for your opinionated
sarcasm.