Dungeon of his soul

traipsing through colours prisms bright and shiny
reflections that died in his vision
shriveled to black and grey
he heard wanton laughter
mocking his despair

he walked between shades
of truth and lies
his sights belie his thoughts belie his ears
and they laughed
derisive laughter grating at his brain

his was above his body
around it under it
but not within it
he was everywhere but there

he knew hisses of evil forked tongue
sweetness cloying drowning
his soul into muddy depths
who was his father
what was his mother

he knew nothing of him
and she he knew a lot
she had bent, crumpled and twisted his body
and displaced his soul

through the bright prismatic colours
he floated
looked at her bloated body as she snored
felt the sharp slicing weight
heard the loud snort
was it a fart

she collapsed into nothing
evil essence dissipated
just a dead woman
with a knife stuck on her chest

they found him
quietly sitting near his mother
not yet a teenager

he is comatose, mute from grief
if only we can get to him
we'd know who killed her

he laughed inside
he was free
even as he stayed quiet
in the dungeon of his mind.