Chapter 2 – Lost Souls

20 Aug

Lost souls

And frozen toes

Voices

Calling my name

Whispering

Or shouting

I hear them

All the same

The syllables ring

Through my eyes to

My brain and

Back again to

The tips of my

Fingers shaking

Tangled in hair

Wet with warmth

I washed my fingers in

A little bowl with

A lemon mocking

The messenger

Foolish feelings

Of dread as I opened

The door to

Meet this fiend

Who called

Me friend

Reeling to another

World

To a song

I have already heard

To a face

I’ve seen before

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