jaybugg

This is for someone.

A winter's moon illuminates the beaten trail
She traversed upon skeletons of the past
Her hands clinging to her chest as she wept
Nails tearing at silver thorns in her collapsed lung
Tools of old memories pulled against her frail necklace
Her music silenced against a listless wind
All the screams were muted by branch-less trees
A lapse of serotonin tore the only smile of her weathered face
Wore her life on her milky skin is all she owns
Stories of ink pictures ran across her canvas
Crying dolls holding to her arm for a while
Saturated the world with scenes of Ecstasy
Everyone coveted nothing but photographs
Caring nothing for what was inside them
Yet my finger brushed the spiderweb on her as she walked by
The glint of my birthstone on her breasts gave me hope
She needed to feel an overwhelming sensation
An inhalation of a hooked fixation for a momentary release
All the while fairies let their saline hit the ground she tread
Gossamer wings fluttered them over her raven strands
Their light guiding her from ghost of regret trailing her wake
Broken ones who gave her a fatal injection of reality
Forcing a burning cigarette against her water marked tongue
She had reaped all the corruption they had grown
Still she traversed this lonely path wondering while the fog laid to her feet
If a whisper would reach her ears telling her there is something more than this
Nothing more than a white veil I watched her travel on, I shouted to the Ariels
Who would sweep this paper doll child off her weary feet?