I seem to be speaking to emptiness
A wall that screams white,
That screams nobody is in
Or get out I need space
Speaking to eyes that only have a black holes sinking behind them
They ask the generic questions
Of ” how are you” and “what’s new”
Not knowing that nothing rings anymore
Their ears and limbs weighted down in pebbles, rocks, mountains
Washing up at shore, sand
Cementing down bricks
That have formed houses
She has become an empty house
I peek through the windows
Her eyelids like shutters seem to have been twisted closed
She doesn’t like to see people no more
She opens them a tiny bit, letting tiny bits of light seep through,
I heard the glaucoma is kicking in.
The door is left open,
Despite bolts trying to keep the Pandora’s box locked
I find Corridors creeping with ghouls
Swarming with infested dreams and old crippled mouths screaming tales
“Didn’t they teach you to have respect child?” etched in blood onto walls
I wonder what language her blood speaks
Does it simmer in hypoxia
Does it want to dry up like the desert
Like sand
Does she wish to drag her limbs to her daily coffin everyday?
Wish to drag them to stand everyday
Knowing that a Young Queen was shown her destiny
Then was stabbed in the back repeatedly for 30 years
I wonder what she does to her eyes now?
No wonder she gouges them out?
The mistrust of what they saw
Did they lie to her?
Was she lied to ?
I knock on her bedroom door
I see that her lips are cracked
Scripts of fire and rubies are found
Red is encrypted into her body
Not maroon, not shades of pink
She a raging sunset set alight,
Full head of hair on fire, gleaming,
Alif, Laam, Meem
Fluttering from mouths
But nobody is at home
I repeat nobody is at home
So I let it pass
That she hasn’t heard me in so long
That she hasn’t seen me for me for so long
Quick to say I have changed
But of course for a Phoenix must burn alive a few times to fleet,
They say I am a child
Say I am the young one,
But she has suffered the toughest trial,
For she never rests
And I know that
In a past life
She was the only that saw me,,
So I let it pass,
I let it pass,
She trusts I have it together,
Funny she is now the young one
Bringing her limbs to create life for Princes
She says she’s exhausted
I’ve heard that since I was 6 years old
The inability to help someone who is older than you,
Will she ever know how burnt my tongue was
From the curses I spoke onto those who hurt her,
I only pray for rest to her soul,
adults burning from almighty curses,
Kismet they say…