The shaded porch-light throws shadows
Over a moon surrounded with owls
Haunting the night scars of wild eyed children
Feverishly tossing in starched sheets
As the ears hear whispers of songs
That made her unhappy- for all those years-
Those passages and pauses
Those cast-iron gateways
Of the darkness eyes blink in-tune to-
When the light is suddenly switched off
Searching ahead to look forwards
Into an illusionary mirror of a life
Left muted, in a violent soul-destroying high pitch
Whistle, that wakes sleeping dogs
Where they were most happily left-lying-
To hold the tongue that struggles to flee the mouth
As vocal chords muffle, strangled
By one desperate last ditch attempt to take form
In a sound.
And in this-she is the master of her domain.
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