Heart of Vines

Etched out in shadows
And torn in the heart
All she seems to know
Is falling apart

Darkness, it grows here
Safe from the start
Sharp blades of grass
Leave a sting from the yard

Memories, deep in skin
With tattooed vines of ash
Dolly, smile in the mirror
They can only see your mask

The vines, out in your garden
You used to watch life grow
And love it so
Now they’re nothing more- than ash.

Light from darkened windows
Relevance to your tomb
To see your wounds
Sharp breath intake; could this allow escape?

Stitches now, in the left
An arm that once was so bereft
Has now become a useful tool
And you thought yourself a fool?

Light seeps through, ever more
Forever falling on the floor
Soot streamed lashes; eyes and rakes
Recounting every last mistake

Are only a memory
You musn’t fall
Neon green stockings
Teeter down the hall

Moving so quickly
Lacking luminance
Swiftly timed, adjust graceful feet
Avoiding every jagged nail

Without fail, we find the door
Opening it to discover
The fire’s fiction, as before
And still; we move back to our clutter.