The wind howls
through concrete walls
She calls back her days
from the eyes of her doll
abandoned in an empty swimming pool
The doll made out of celluloid is never weathered
She waits for another summer
to come to destroy her
completely
with its dust and heat
But she still makes mistakes
this icy wind for her lover’s whispering voice
this razor blade for her lover’s tender touch
She can't remember when she lost her lover
It’s torture
The shadows of her past never speak
She feels ashamed of how she looks
Her lust
her muted scream
imprisoned inside an abandoned house
by a lake where no fish can survive
turns into a frozen gaze
unbearably slowly
She takes a trip down memory lane
perhaps through the solid darkness
of this winter night
Everything descends to the lake
It’s true
With her pale smile
she remains intact under icy water
under the thick ice
covering the lake forever
She knows
even a pebble remains silent
unless this whole world disappears
completely
She knows
living means replaying
infinitely
She waits
waits with her eyes wide shut
and falls into a solid silence
with the gaze
with the haunting eyes of a dead woman
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