Echoes

She echoes inside.

Her loneliness leaving her barren and cold,
Her fingertips so bloodied and broken.
She had tried to climb out,
But to no avail.
Her love lay on the earth beside her,
As her tears,
Echoed.

Her eyes are chiseled out stars,
trails of gold carve into green;
wobbly curses splatter the walls
She tries to get out,
She tries to get out.
"Don't leave me," he says
as whispers
Echo.

Trickling water resounds around them,
Its pattering going slower, and slower,
Pounding deep within her.
Her eyes, like chocolate melt with tears,
And as they flow she is immersed in nothingness.
Darkness is her friend,
Her weakness,
And her solace.
The very thing that plunged her here,
Won’t break her free,
She prays for unconsciousness,
Away from,
Echoes.

Mired fingers extend to the flash
of white and dark that is
his sinking hope.
Every heartbeat is like a thunderclap,
and he becomes afraid
of what glides on
snake-like bellies,
above the walls of earth.
A city of bones crack and rattle
as airy footsteps make their way to him
then echo past.

She whispers at the walls,
So covered in fungi, earth and rock,
‘I will leave and find us a rope’,
Her eyes widen as a hand clasps her ankle,
She falls.
Echo.

A cradle of skulls swallow her frame;
trembling hands scour
for a protruding rock
to pull his ungrateful heart,
her shivery breathing
echoes.

His shadow cascades over her as she watches,
Movements spray dirt upon her,
They bury her slowly,
Inside she,
Echoes.

Flickering whimpers draw on
the unclouded portion of his conscience,
spineless glares slink around her eyes,
but they never meet.
"Why are you
leaving me?"

Anger and sadness thrash within,
Battering her, stealing her,
His hands reaching sunlight,
His eyes triumphant.
Lust isn’t love, it isn’t enough,
To save the dirty wench.

A velvet rustle skirts his back
and a flare of shimmering pearl
erodes visible shadows away as she lands before him,
"We were falling from our grace;
long-shot lovers
but life and death do not bind,
when lust is more than love."

Expressions flash upon his face in a rush,
Shock, bewilderment, curiosity and disgust,
‘Get away from me freak!’ he calls,
And stepping back, he falls,
Into the abyss that he created,
A never-ending darkness so hollow,
So endlessly empty,
That none can hear his cries,
None will ever hear his screams,
They are not even echoes.

Echoes only resound that which exists.