corridor lost/

corridor lost/

©2022 Michael Raven

imagination that move
with keyholes and doorpaths
shuttered strained
before brink wall stained
knuckles bonebloodraw
rapping on the full grain wood
splinters shattered propped
open scarlet maw
i have no scream and
i must mouth
hunchback this dream shuffler
somnambulist backward walk
crabbed fingers twisting
old folk songs into rhyme
spindle spinning yarns
they weave into lies

don't look.

suture my eyes and
pass the scrying bowl
filled with her moon
and ask me for secrets
again

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