Hammershoi & Dreyer

Is this all in
Your blood’s memory.
The solitary candles at night,
Barely shedding light
On defeat creeping
Out of eyes
That look down
Or sideways.

The invisible armour,
Freezing bodies
In a space
Devoid of time,
Where all the passing
Seconds have become
An eternity of screams
Never leaving
Those lips that chose
Death in life,
Not knowing any better.

Shoulders tensed, defending
A bare corner
Already taken
By the ghostly light
From a sunbeam
Escaping the grey heavens.

There are no clocks
In these rooms
To tick-tack
The stitches
Out of fingers
Suffocating passion
Or holding a letter
With no good news.
Just worms of sadness
And rancour
Throughout a day
Contained within the walls
Of a house.

OH
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