Dry Eyed – A Poem By Carol J Forrester

Roll my shoulders,
crackle spine of dry flesh
smoked fractures and boiler hiss,
hiccup of breath in a radiator.

Airless and unloved,
in the dank basement of the mind
snow cannot refract any light
into these shadows.

Still it aches on the backs,
eyeballs tight against their sockets
straining past the crisp,
no bounce in the world outside.

Imagine melting into dust,
slithers of self pooling at the foot
of all this make believe.
As endless as this frozen season.

“Airless and unloved, in the dank basement of the mind” L. Igloria ~ A Reparation