A timebomb panacea
Exploding into a thousand pieces
Poison rain
Drops slowly on my pillow
Time stops and extends its glass fragments
What were you doing then
So that you did not hear the blood run down the stairs
A pocket of silence
Surrounded by unwatching eyes
Frozen stiff in their silver sockets
It was a yellowback tragedy
And it passed you by
I weave my way dancing into the beautiful blue
Soft murmurs stirring in the nooks of my mind
My trembling bones merge with the ice
To form crystals which transcend the deep
Making potions in the bathroom
A lemon scented witch in a world of white tiles
Water seeps out and over the cracks
Coming to stroke the tips of my toes
Floating in a bluebell reverie
Days of the past that live on in the mind
Whispered secrets attended only by the wind
Trapped in a foxglove stupor
Nightmares dredged from a murky pool long forgotten
Sorry cries sucked up by the wind
The demise of my sanity
