Long Introspectionbaby Poems

In the Never of Her Mind

IN THE NEVER OF HER MIND
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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.



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Contest : DOPPLEGANGERS of  Matt Calliri
By: nette onclaud