Midnight is her eternity

 
It is always dark inside her head where midnight is an eternity
The lizards at her window steal the flies from the spider’s web
Inside her mind is a revolution of chronological resolutions
Halted by the light… that’s always red.

Her eyes are always open, running into people that are not there
As her body is sitting still and the lizards, lick her wounds
She is given a pill to stabilize her hallucinations
Rocking back and forth she breaks her wings off so she can escape.

In the shadows of her mysteries in the pain of her heart
Echoes of sounds that only deafness can hear
In the struggle for her freedom she was told she should not fight
And told to take her medication to regulate her mind
And stop believing she’s a fly.
 By Carlos Gomez/ Water 1-7-16