2. Sankofa

[gunwithoutmusic]

Yellow flowers on green wallpaper
A million eyes to see
My fingers caress the bedpost
My neck twisting

My heart beats unfairly

Orange flame on a white stick
The cherry glows and
I catch a glimpse of
A yellowed fingernail
I inhale and hold it
Until my lungs protest

It still smells of you here

Two smiles encased in glass
My fingers slink around
As my toes retract
Clinging futilely to carpet fibers

My brain goes gathering
As a million eyes watch
I empty my blackened lungs
And drag another match
Across the side of its box

Comments

[muchtooarrogant]

The narrator's sense of loss here is palpable. Well done.

Dan