The Shell of You

I remember laughter.
The sound of it tickled my ears,
reverberating a bitter-sweet after-taste of a memory.
My smile used to woo the corners of my eyes into a joyous furrow.
The warmth of its lovemaking left on my cheeks, a rosy stained hue.
The unabashed candor of my steps,
once a waltz I had thought would not end. 
It's destination humming a happily ever after.
Then like an eerie sound of quiet,
you clamor into my life.
Your presence an inky blackness, 
wrapped around my neck, a snake in a choking coil.
Your empty promises and whispers of love,
weighed heavily upon my steps, 
a chain and ball to my dance.
Time passed quickly.
Life, a distant light in the grimy void of a tunnel.
Into your bleak future, I am embraced.
At last, your demise is complete.
I stand before you, a broken mirror. 
Look at me. 
Am I what you wanted?
Look at me.
The shell of you.

Written by:

~Mercy Brianne Luis~

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Suspended over earth, univers' footstool,
sweeping slowly, a snail's pace
water gathers through invisible veins.
Soon it will fall, scattering tears,
resting to weep out sorrows held long.

Sadness thickens every drop, the thickness of blood.
I have covered the blue with heavy pain.
The earth now knows grief,
like bullets tearing through skin.

Struggling on to a distant non-existant goal,
to disappear wholly as so many have done before,
sorrow has finally relented,
its grasping claws cease to exist,
vanishing with impatient winds.

All is well again.
I am happy, floating freely once more,
to play against man's imagination,
taking forms of all shapes and sizes.

Suspended over earth, univers' footstool,
sweeping slowly, a snail's pace,
I am no longer a Gray, Dark Cloud.

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