In the Never of Her Mind

IN THE NEVER OF HER MIND ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, ------------------------ her face hangs on two hallways of her mind one overlooking the essentials and joy of life and those half-blind fingers ask her what she sees is it that ghost of past hurts or the disgusting future? with burnt skin and bone peaking out to stew the world catching the crimson slipping through sagging arms and onward through the never of her mind. the other face ‘s corners bestow butterfly kisses so semi -sweet in flowering seeds among baby roses but, why do tears pour when she finds lightness in giving? is there meaning in the tangy taste on her sunlit showers ? and onward through the never of her mind. in the agonizing sightlessness of the dark she crawls regaining consciousness to balance the scales of two faces, at fault is the one charged of guilt and a million fears… but, that makes two of them until one face tramples the other. plucking her four eyes and grasping them firmly on one palm she stitches the exfoliated skin and dumps the aged bones … kissing life more clearly with new irises in the whitening hole and onward through the always of her mind, not knowing if she is thrusting forth, as baby roses lead the way. ©copyright ……………………………….. Contest : DOPPLEGANGERS of Matt Calliri By: nette onclaud