She has been closed for over twenty five years now.
Squaring off against the crowd. Staring blankly at them.
There was nothing to give them, nothing to take.
Everything echoed back. And the scream was building inside.
Nobody wanted to come in. But she was unconsciously looking for an escape.
She started thinking of the screams. Heard and unheard. Silent and shrill.
Bounded in the stone jacketed walls. Filled with budding pain.
Like the humming of bees, and the deadening buzz within the hive.
She wonders what’s keeping her alive so long. When she should have fallen apart long ago.
posted by J @ 7:45 pm
Comments: 4
4 Comments:
Ahaaaaa!!! She's a Banshee and she hasn't realized it. That's why she's alive. So there... ***Satisfied smile***
How do you like it now?
HoH
Your favourite movie hall closed down?
If you WILL write poetry, perhaps you could take the time to make it scan. Or else you could be like us commoners and write prose.
Just a thought, no offence intended.
Best regards from NY! »
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