21 November 2012
twigs crack
under my shoes
my steps are loud
her steps are silent
as if the earth is pushing her bare feet up
into the sky with each step
as I'm behind her
awkwardly following
her hair is pulled up by flowers and twigs, revealing her back
her body is ghostly white
she has scars
and blemishes on her back
she seems so real
and pure
and unafraid
and open.
I can't remember how long we've been walking
I don't know where I am
all I know is her
I don't even know her
I used to
very well
she stops walking,
bends down
she picks up a flower from the ground,
tucks it in her long black hair
she continues walking
the trees bend towards her
the grass moves with her breath
the moon follows her
memories play through my head
in my arms late at night
she'd kiss hope into my mind
under the stars perfectly intertwined
that day
she keeps walking
her steps getting lighter
I try to pull her towards me
I need to see her face
I just have to see her
I just have to see her to know that she's capable of sending me into madness
she won't turn around
she's immune to my touch
I keep following her
I remember our footprints in the sand
leading to a mandala of shells
leading to her mind games
leading to the end
that day ended
we fell out of touch
I keep pulling her
look at me
look at me
she won't turn around
I remember thinking she was out of reach
surely it wasn't her fault
I went to order when I saw them
she had her arms around her
they were in a trance
I couldn't break their trance
my screams
my tears
my begging
nothing would take them from
their world
she's still walking
I hate those stupid scars on her back
she needs to brush her hair
everything perfect I saw in her
now just isn't there
I'm no longer in her spell
in her spell
in her hell
I turn the other way just as she started to turn around.
I left
getting over them • Opuss № I