MUSIC BOX.

MUSIC BOX.
sneak

The music-box she treasured -
flat-lined as I slept.
Her vision switched to monochrome.
Corrosively, I wept.
Delivered into memory.
I hug the sun drenched air.
A sense of disconnection.
Death without a care.
Surrounded by a presence.
Perfume castaway.
A meaningful reminder.
The things we never say.
Reflected mirror sadness.
The lines we cannot fake.
A subtle glint of lunacy.
The madness that we make.
Hereditary disorders.
Population doom.
Hazardous environments.
Born with plastic spoon.
Sleep well my toxic trauma.
Tomorrow looms ahead.
Dreams are all we cling to.
Our yesterdays are dead.
And all tomorrows parties -
are the sum amount of none.
The music-box she treasured,
wound down and she was gone.

sneak.