Muscles suctioned by a black plastic disguise
Skin concealed by the zipper of goodbye
I scream so loud the soul of her remains drops an immortal tear
My organs are clenching so tight but the numbness is no longer my fear
Every tear that diminishes from my tainted eyes forms a casket of
spiritual failure that is splattered as it lands.
My eyes blink images of reaching under the choking bag
to momentarily hold her frigid hand
My stability has been confiscated and buried underground
my throat caves with amnesia as my vocal chords forget their sound.
When my speech therapy is completed and I regain my identity,
I turn this mortuary into a sanctuary by begging to God for some serenity
I am shivering as if my own body has deceased
Her voice is now extinct, and her mortal being is released
Her vital functions have been suspended, her breathless whispers no longer heard
She has been suffocated by the angels and will perish where she preferred
Her existence now permanently unconscious with
no apparatus to regain her departed soul
I watch the death of my inspiration and I know I will never be whole
I am fighting to break the code of faith but I'm still denied access to see
My heart has been ripped out like my umbilical cord, just like the day she had me.
Layne Cirelli 2007
Silver trophy winner
Bronze trophy winner
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