Petrichor

In Loving Memory

The ghost of a smile rests heavily on her lips
Not a sound could be heard as she lies in the crypts
Her body is now stone, as still and as cold
Yet there lingers the echo of a story untold

She thinks of the stars and envies their glimmer and spark
For how can she reach clarity when she's down here in the dark?
When the wind blows melodically she regards it with malice
For in this twisted world of Wonderland, she's a lost and stumbling Alice

Down the rabbit hole she fell and hasn't stopped falling since
Into a void of darkness where nothing ends or begins
If monsters don't exist, then why are they all she sees
As she loses her grip and slips away, body starting to freeze?

How lovely it is to melt into the very ground beneath her feet
To pull her knees into her chest and calmly accept defeat
Into the mirror she looks and in her place is skin and bone
A fragile shell, a hollow vase, an empty skeleton alone

Atop a throne she used to sit, loving the weight of her crown
But with a knife to her own back, she burned the castle down
Now she lies in the ruins, in the grave of what used to be
Yet the one to blame remains in the mirror, staring back hauntingly

[august 13, 2019]