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Trapped in a moving cell
With a woman sitting beside me
Who's face keeps
Changing to Charles Manson's
The windows flash with what
I think is lightning, but the
Sky and everything
Below is a black so deep
Nothing could escape
But white
The woman's face changed
again to some unrecognizable
Form
Visible only by the lightning
Darkness masking the rest like
The phantom of the opera
And I wake up
Screaming like a beaten dog

Eve's Mother

Weathered face
Like a rock  after a thousand
Years of rain
Lines etched into her
Skin, one for
Every road she's walked down
Still has Youth in a death grip
But Youth is a liquid and
It slides through her fingers
Hair an unnatural red
With white roots, beaming beacon
Alerting authorities, accentuating age
She tried to inject Youth into the
One part of the human body that
Can contain it
The Spine
Fifth vertebrae from the top
She hit the sixth