A Midnight Ago

Hair turns gray

and soul turns wild

all you need

is a midnight's time.

A midnight ago,

(a star studded 

somber sky with

whispers of affection

swimming in air)

the road looked dead

yes, dead

and clear

only a midnight ago

today it is packed

with unrecognizable tribes

walking past me,

unwilling to clean

my arms ceiled with wounds.

A midnight ago

my arms were pure

and you were here

stroking my hair

with your fingers,

alone on the road

we talked of love

you kissed me

and vowed to buy me

puppies.

Today

the stench of 

your blood

barks my arms

and my fingers are

capped with your blood,

the road is brimming

with men

but who takes notice

of ghosts?

A midnight ago

you lied about

loving me

you only loved

my flesh.
I used my nails
as weapons
to escape
your 'love'.

Today

my flesh is left

somewhere in the woods

to rot.

A midnight ago

I was alive.