Cecilia

She's wide awake, crystal clear,
her eyes so dilated they act like a mirror.
Reflecting this image through a black caustic sphere.
Reflecting the troubles I have when I'm near.
But my words ring with nothing,
not one desperate plea will she hear.

Never in a million years,
thought you'd be one too.
You scare the shit out of me.
This had to have been on your things to do.
How, could they ever
get their rotten grip around you?

They told me denial was the answer,
but I'm more than well aware.
It's apparent to the children in the street,
who go about w/o a care.
Mom and Dad surely know it,
what else could they expect?
Cadavers in my closet to which I must confess.

Before I knew it, I was caught up in a dream,
maybe nightmare is a term to describe more accurately.
Am I sleeping? Awake? Am I even coherent?
This picture feels broken and at the same time seamless.

She pays attention to detail & moves with elegance,
like a bird of prey, mechanical & systematic.

Not you too, please, not you.