Timekeeper, let me go

Enter
a decrepit shop
full of old clocks, all of them
silent
Push back your hood
of your torn rain coat

When you get really hurt
it haunts you
time stops


Scratchy records playing somewhere
but
you can only hear them just barely over the 
sound of shattered china
turning to dust under your feet 

Go out, bell clanging wildly
splash through puddles, everything
grey

Across old turntables, rewind time
Remember but
do not dwell

Ha. Easier said than done.
One last time.
Then maybe.


Faded pond painting
hung on the plastic wall
all the
water dripping from the canvas bottom

Where did all the fish go?

Silver forks scattered
across the peeling linoleum floor amidst
the crumbled daisy petals

And the
half melted candles
on the depressed table
keep eachother company
the wax that 
M
  e
   l
    t
     e
      d

d
r
i
p
p
e
d
pooled
tells a story
you'll never forget

Into the bedroom
glance at the cracked bureau
seashells filled with
glittery pink eyeshadow and
cherry
maroon
bergundy lip colors

Pick up a blue comb
webbed with hair
 

and lies
Finger the teeth

Your reflection mirror has been 
shattered twice
once
because of the mirror that saw 
everything
twice
your soul is in pieces

Sit on the bed
the dusty comforter that holds
fake love
and tears

Kick the faded black converses
that sit expectantly on the warped floor
waiting

You used to be so new

In the bathroom
over to the crumbling sink
the faucet that no longer works
but it's just as well
if it did
it wouldn't be water that'd come out
The drain is a gaping hole
it always was, one that
pain and words used to disappear into
but only once
at the very end
were they his

Turn
this room, this house, this life
is over

Out past the couch, the 
shredded cushions stuffed and overflowing
with threats and silence

Away from the stove, the one that
cooked up lies and burnt promises

Through the doorway that knows
what it's like to have menace and heartache
slammed in your face

STOP
on the porch
turn around, a brick clenched in your left hand
splinter a window and
listen to the pieces fall

The house never did anything to you
you're just breaking up the past

Decide on the stairs
forgive but
never forget
Don't forgive him
he'll never deserve it
Forgive yourself instead

Do not dwell

Over the turntables, no longer moving

There's nothing to go back to

Into the clock shop again
the floors are clean
the hidden music is more clear now but
you can hardly hear it 
this time
through the ticking of clocks 




 
 

Stargirl

VT

17 years old

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