What We Lose
It was a simple night,
she suppressed her own mindset
plunging self-shackled feet into their thoughts,
their eyes,
their thought processes, hoping to retain
some semblance of solace in the familiar cold.
-Reality is an infectious disease-
What she allowed herself to notice,
swimming reluctantly through the back of her mind
made her breath ice, searing
winter-stains on the autumn-edge of her lip.
Love shook the decent little girl
scraping by her parent’s esteem and
dreaming in the dark reaches of her existence
of a liberty that wouldn’t leave her screaming
on her knees for God to banish all the monsters
from her closet, and the putrescence
of the memories that colored the back of her eyelids.
Love took her by the hollow of her bruised chin
and melted her into an above
where stars lingered like fistfuls of berries in
explosions of stratosphere, almost tangling with her hair.
She felt the world and all her dreams
slip quietly through her fingers,
so she held his that-much tighter
and left the ocean-echoes in the shell of herself
behind.
-she won’t care if they ever wake up-
Copyright © Hana Ryusaka | Year Posted 2009
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