Regarding Kim

(inspired by a young woman
long since gone)

A memory awakened
and going to the extreme
danced in the cool black recess.
The subconscious haunted
like the specter that searched
in her tiny four year old hiding places.

Rigid, holding pensive breaths.
her voice escaped with courage;
took the last yellow bus to never-never land.
She watched as it screamed
from a half opened window.
Leaving her to implode
with no outlet.

So the electricity hummed,
the white noise
like never ending diamond needles
on spiraled grooves of macabre vinyl
with no sound
except for the whoosh-hum-whir-clack
                      whir-clack
                            whir-clack
repeating in her head.

Oh but
They had dollhouses
and plastic horses,
music and refuge
and a tortured psyche
(that daddy dressed in dolly clothes)
and babysitting her doll
He gave none.

©1998