Still memories do patrol me, <br />Keep me awake at night. <br />Lulling in the shadows, <br />Carting through summersaults, <br />Catapulting figures masking through the air <br />Faceless terror crowns me, <br />Through charred erratic lair. <br /> <br />Holding the body in an ecstasy of fever, <br />Churn of the unripe butter. <br />Purging the wine from it’s skin <br />‘til it shrivels and rips at the seams. <br /> <br />You stole from me my freedom, <br />My mirth and innocence. <br />A barrel of momentum <br />Rests underneath the sheets, <br />The scars have never healed.<br /><br />Pensive Phoenix<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-marks/
