Dusty sunbeams sift through an attic skylight,
catching on rusted nails
escaped from time-worn support beams.
Cobwebs surround a trap door forgotten by touch,
barring my escape,
as the world plays around me
on a black and white reel,
flashing in time to my heartbeat.
Two white-gold hearts, connected
on a delicate silver chain,
hang off the tip of a Jackal blade,
waiting to pass the test of time
A softly ringing echo drifts through the deserted room;
One fragile heart falls,
greeting the floor with fragments of pink rhinestone
and broken promises.
The ringing fades,
as I wait by the trap door to return a gift:
(A/N: Originally posted 05-28-07)