How To Kill A Dream

By Amanda Antoinette Rebello

Semblance of space and time is lost least for

Sunbeams that dance over the walls drawing close

Inch by excruciating inch the room shrieks and shrinks

Shutting in on the warmth of a setting sun

A cold unfamiliarity emanates from the room

Months of lonesome languish resurface

Nothing gets closure except the confines

A final meal is doled out and a posse is assembled

The cat that watched with quizzical admiration

Directs a deadly dose of disapproval

A study in death leads to another

As the blood drains and turns a royal blue

Reddened eyes look upon as a calm settles

Transported back to Victorian England

Watching from the bushes as a woman in white

Picks fresh flowers from the garden nursery

Serenity fades into peripheral darkness

Remembering goodbyes were never said

The noose refuses to unravel and tightens in indignation

The body screaming in silent agony as fingers

Act unresponsive as the first ounce of panic creeps in

Steel nerves are enough to loosen the knot

One finger encouraging a breath of life

The noose unravels and the body breaks down

Wailing, screaming bloody gruesome murder

Wind chimes sound all around, a symphony of catastrophe

Deadened stares and creeping tears

A cowardly act, a mangled metastrophe.

By Amanda Antoinette Rebello