reminisce – 1st draft
She reminisced in my name. Fire, meltdown
and the sanity they let lose in a tangled
abstract fantasy of post apocalyptic let down.
She reminisced in the attic for the wind,
the damned, and the free. Her shadow slipped
further. Soft she lay as the boys came for her body.
She looked to reach them in their sleep.
One by one they came inside her, cuddled
her body like the damned carry sheep.
They wouldn’t reminisce in her beauty
took her dress for rags, her hair for
loose strands of braided hopelessness.
She reminisced in the darkness. No longer
lonely, a mystic fastened like clockwork,
I never tried to see her face.