Inside an Eyeball

"hidden in the pocket of her heart's

chamber is a lamp for warmth.

comfort she discovers in a house

on the mystical planes of Barzakh...

the bridge,

in a dance with the sister of doom,

becoming a vivid lantern through

the act of falling on one's face,

time and again...

lovely signs,

as we borrow delicate hues from a

light upon light,

to shine back into the world like a

prism..."

"her abode is an empty street with

fog and flickering lights for company,

where spectres saunter and snicker at

the sight of her face.

a body ruined from languishing night after night

in search of the ideal door to knock on,

a meeting with phantoms...

to touch a memory,

or hold a moment,

colours from a previous life..."