A shadow sits folded in on itself
\nAt the bottom of this dark hole
\nLike a love note, written
\nBut never sent from its dark resting place
\nAmongst the cobwebs and spinster spiders
\nWeaving their lives from the fantasy
\nOf gossamer thin lies
\nLies that build walls thicker than the fortified
\nWalls which streak upwards like skyscrapers
\nSurrounding this bent and hollow shadow
\nSitting at the bottom of this dripping well
\nThat has become her home
\nWretched and empty
\nHunched and alone she sits
\nLike a broken marionette doll
\nBeautiful once, but thrown away
\nHer strings have been clipped
\nAs she fell down this hole
\nNow she must learn to move on her own
\nThis limbs so heavy and graceless
\nThat have never belonged to her
\nAt the bottom of everything
\nClouds of cold air escape her barely parted lips
\nBreathing life into this desolate place
\nReaching with the awkward limbs
\nOf a bird not yet learned how to fly
\nShe feels blindly with her head held down
\nAnd her eyes closed
\nFinger tips glancing the damp walls of her prison
\nGliding along the rough edges of bricks
\nLaid by careless and callous hands
\nNot the hands of decent men
\nHer decent hands feel the gripping edges
\nOf stone sharp enough to draw blood
\nBut dull enough to deny hope
\nThis landscape of craters across the well\u2019s face
\nAre beheld like Braille under her delicate fingertips until
\nCringing like the legs of spider
\nStumbling across unwanted prey
\nHer fingers curl and unfold again
\nTouching gently the obstacle encountered
\nAt arms length away
\nWith eyes not seeing she understands
\nHer fingers tracing the smooth contours
\nContrasted against the rough stone walls
\nOf the petals of a plant, a vine
\nCurling its way upwards toward sunshine
\nShe feels the twisted outline of the vine\u2019s body
\nAs it arches upward, bending, twisting
\nManipulating its way up the coarse walls
\nOf a well too deep for human souls to be released
\nThe shadow lifts its head slowly
\nFacing upward like the crawling vine
\nLooking without seeing with dull grey eyes
\nShe can feel the faint and distant kisses
\nLeft by the rain that fell far above
\nDisappearing before it made ground
\nShe breathes in the moment, almost alive
\nShe reaches with her other blind hand
\nOut, upwards, stretching to touch the rain
\nBut like the climbing vine
\nIt never quite finds its way<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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