Locked Doors of Empty

Your cagey threads unraveled,

your hollow chimes have no sound.

You’re just another face of someone

I used to know – a superficial shell

behind your locked doors of empty.

Your fetid breath is mere ghosts

of your arrogance of the haughty,

a vanity applying pressure

to faded clouds of darkness.

Your footprints led to nowhere,

a backward walk in futile hours.

You hung on with icicle fingers

to cobweb cracks of yesterday,

bitter stinging pain washed away

the fumes inside your belly as

I threw your used towel out,

resurrected evasive rays of sunlight

filtering it through my fingers.

I said goodbye to your face -

it’s the end of our dance

cold absence of fizzled embers.