10.12.10

spirits run fleet footed
words uttered whisper thin and sharp as steel
blink, she’s there before you
blink, you’re all alone again
five, ten, fifteen years
regret hanging heavy in your hands
and your heart
words we hang out like useless nets at midnight
daylight, soul break
dusk washing in again, memories once supressed
rising up like belladonna
words ground up in the mortar and pestle of the mind
poison
push it past your lips, trick your mind
seconds become weekends and then it’s gone.