The woeful tune echoed against the walls and into little Marie's heart. Marie gave in to the music and listened to the melody as it entranced her: bone by bone. With the fascinations of a wise woman thrice her age, Marie listened to every beat and note as if they were the last she would ever hear.
A Piece of Cake
I wish I would've told you how much I wished to tell you
I wish I would've asked you more questions,
wondered more about your past and your loves.
I wish I could stomach the foods we used to eat together,
the chocolate cake we shared every Thursday.
Wishes haven't yet freed me from the pain of two years
but I know your own flutter next to mine.
And each time I'm able to share a piece of cake,
my thoughts will always shift to you.
My Dreams in the Abyss
Tired of throwing away my everythings for a lowly amount of nothings.
I stand in front of the Abyss,
the large hole of nothing that holds all my somethings.
A few years back I tossed my friendships-
my bondings that were once so tight
I tossed them into the Abyss.
Last year, I threw away my childhood dreams of singing
I was never good enough anyway.
The year before that, I chucked
my memories of joy.
Those were harder to throw away
But the Abyss was so tempting
Today, I linger at the opening,
afraid to heave a bundle again.
Yet in the end,
I throw myself into the Abyss.