My mind has too many holes
Ladders in stalkings, passion
Some sinuous snake slithers
Trails ribbons rubbing away traces
Crimson cacophony, bells toll
Tracks, my eyes run wild searching
Round the forgotten corner
Down another silent hall
Footprints on the dusty floor
Handprints mark the rotting wall
Signs and signals point the way
Apocalyptic memory
Just to claw through the steel veil
Soul filter, like wire mesh
My mind has too many holes

imageMelanie McCurdie

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