Memory
By Dominic Barber
Time can be engraved, burnt and chiseled into the blacksmith’s hammer.
Forever stamping every process through the forge.
Touched your face and heard the ghosts inside cry out.
Innocence eulogy whispered.
Perfect promises painted across your pretty pink lips.
Snow white motives infecting your future.
Too young for coffee on the tongue.
Just throw me in the river.
Decades comparing, no bar in reach.
Porcelain skin with spell binding inscription.
Dipped in fire, black iron rot.
Beat the weakness from my bones.
Crooked smirk, dare me to breath.
The rest came after the great fall.
Broken wings that shattered my world.
Can’t fly away, laying on dirt at the bottom.
The shadows taunt me, I remember the before.
I wouldn’t change it.
Even if you handed me the key to these chains.
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