cherry walls

Busily she shuffles down that crooked street
Where the twisted vines taper her feet
Climbing and ripping at her
Fragile skin which surrounds that
Crisp, white bone.
Solid as the earth itself even though inside
Deep magnificent rumblings
Like the ravenous magma dwelling in the
Earths coreDisturbs no-one
Except stresses her internals
But although her conscience
Doesn’t knock her poker face
Sturdy but weary.

Busily she shuffles down those cobblestones
Where the rocks forces her feet to connect
Brethalyses her heart for a lack of belief
A roar of resistance.
She doesn’t give in, not ever
Not for his grappling voice that creeps in the horrors
Of those terrifying walls, with cherry red walls
Her favourite.
Now it reminds her more of the carnage
Not dissimilar to that of a placid white rabbit
Torn to pieces by a ferocious and unmistakable
Ruthless and unpredictable lion.

He was like a lion, when she took one
Just one perfectly manicured toe out of line
He’d roar, he’d roar and she’d collapse.
She never liked those shag-pile carpet floors
She felt that things could get entangled and lost
Simply dissolving issues
Never resolved simply dissolved.

She never really liked him or that gun
The two of them together seemed an unlikely combination
So he became melancholy
But she never worried
She never shook the walls
But when she’d found something
Resembling him
Marked with chalk around the edge of his limbs
Stained with that cherry red
Of those terrifying walls
She had simply stepped back
It was an unlikely combination she thought.

Busily she shuffles down those graveyard steps
She thought cheerily
I’ll visit him
I’m sure he’d appreciate a lovely visit
Something personal.
But something told her that her personality
Wouldn’t quite be present.
She felt intrigued
She felt touched
She didn’t quite know what to feel.
Bang.She was with him.
And she couldn’t feel anything at all.