Sweet Smoke Rise

The unburied voices
old brittle echoes
of those who never grew older
they spin and strike
inside dark memory
ricochet
eternal
growing detached
as faces and cries
separate
Feel their loss again
as names never known
swirl like smoke
among the ruins
of I will nots
saturated with the stench
of being shown
over and over
the extinguished tiny candles
forced to watch the sweet smoke rise
No single face forms now
they conspire in the deep places
a cacophony chorus screams
from endless mouths
a blur of eyes accuse
as one they crawl
stunted blood path red behind
smeared by so many
tiny little feet
and grasping crimson hands

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© W.R.R. 6/3/2013
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About W.R.R.

Bipolar & survivor of incest/child sex abuse and adult male rape; bisexual, polyamorist, poet/writer/advocate & married father of four. View all posts by W.R.R.

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