I Know the Place

Written by Brett McDavid

Rose bushes cling to stone walls
Thrusting only black flowers and thorns
Grey stone solid, heights unyielding
Lined with pitfalls, traps, pain.
    Remember me?
Within walls lies a room
Protected by guards--Hate, strong.  Vanity, stoic.
Locks intoned with childhood trinkets
And vicious slurs of character.
    Remember me?
Beyond doors, a small infinity
Deep, black foreboding
A cavern of space within walls
Abysmal depths glowing black.
    Remember me?
Within space, howling drafts
Roaring, shrieking, biting cold
Screaming at nothing, condemning all
To be comforted by its own hate.
    Remember me?
Between wind, space for the world
But capable of holding only one
There lies a mirror--purest silver
Reflecting only itself into eternity.
    I know the place well.
    It is her heart.

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