My eyes reeled back in awakening
and I arose,entered to the mirror
and they were missing,
Silent
So often they looked intense
Like cones pressing forward
from their sockets but now
Missing,
Silent
So often glazed over
not of drugs or denial
but in need of sleep
A melodramatic brain
Captures them
skinless..lashless
And sculpts them
through crimson nights
Shallow moons came and went
As I painted, blindly
Night after night zombie-like
Until the saliva ran dry
Until the blood congealed
Until the bones froze and cracked
and the bed would come running
as the sheets would part company
Just in time to save me from the slaughterhouse
Wild nights they were
They will only come and come again.
I will be here waiting.
Matthew Campbell 21-06-2003
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