Thursday 10 May 2012

Hunted and Lost

Your eyes see me round corners, through bone
I hear your screaming smirk
from miles, taunting me
haunting me.
Exhausted white eyes dart in search
of your pink, insensate face.
I find nothing, you leave no evidence.
Footprints smothered under black ice,
the path we shared is deadly.
Luke-warm tears fall to the mirroring ground,
my image warps into yours
and I let the solid grey stones consume me.