Treasure Island

Alice Lupin


Cell shaped skin


Her voice sounded steady
as she told me in her tales
the way she loved to dream away
the daze between her days
Wandering winding castle ways
exploring her mind within that place
As I begged for her to stay

I listened to her whispers
her voice like brittle glass
I waited for the sobbing
That had finally come

“at last” I thought
and slowly
realization would sink in
in this husk of human history
in this mere cocoon of skin

She said “I don’t want to live”
depicting slowly
the difference with
wanting to die

I had tried all that I could
I has asked her all but why
While words were flowing from her eyes
Unspoken signs of broken pride
And they were singing in my muscles
their private lullabies

I follow imaginary steps
to the rhythm in my chest
And I hear the voices singing
that were always trapped within
bouncing against these walls of torment
in this cage that's made of flesh
In this prison cell shaped skin

Submitted: Sunday, August 25, 2013
Edited: Monday, August 26, 2013

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a story of times past but not forgotten

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