A fine balancing act

I am not convinced
that death
did not betray her.

Made the act of living
too hard
but kept her undertaking
at arms length
so that
where she was left
was neither here nor there.

A foot on either side.

And in the middle
a body.

Her body
which clung to her bones
sucking her dry
of every living thought
she had
ever had
until all that was left
was a case.

The fraction of what
she had once been.

And a mind

caged.

Battle Cry

Hear the calling,
for it will soon be time
for battle.

My defences are fixed.
Battlements shored.

And so starts the war.

Your side has been chosen.
Now know this;
you can never win.

Prescribed

There is space

and time

and you see the light
and the way
it dances off shadows
across sweeping rainbows
in the empire you built
to protect.

And I see the darkness
and the hand which destroys.

And I feel the space

and time.

And there is no cure.

Gravity Pulls

Gentle
on the stillness of time
carved hands
feigned memories
shifting
beneath the weight
as it pushes the mass
into
the realms of the earth.

Absorbed

until proof has been erased.