There is a Dark Hallway

There is a dark hallway
It swallows every sound
All the tiny words tossed
Like keys into a blanket
Like coins into mud
Like wishes to the sky
And in our dreams we stare
Into its vaulted expanse
Prying the locks from the shadow
Tracing the inky veins
Picking at them with our numb fingers
In thick oily gloves
For the moments we missed
Or miss
Standing at its eye
My heart gasping
A dying fish flopping
Scared and bruising
Drowning in a foreign world
Swallowed like all the words
Rudely formed and ejected
Like God’s broken children
Unwished and recanted

About brokeMC

Artist: Graphic Design, Audio Production, Photo and Film Production and Editing, Painting, Writing, and all other manner of creative indulgence. and my moonwalk is ill.
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