Closer: Canto XIII Black Hole

A Poem By Julie // 7/12/2011

 

Canto XIII: Black Hole
 
Imagination’s star
can easily supernova
and become
an inescapable
black hole
 
“Come on, “
I called
but she shock
her head
 
“This is as far
as I may go.”
She adjusted my hood
and brushed my cheek
“God be with you,
for he is here
in men’s dreams
as in their waking”
 
Then she turned
and was gone
like a bubble
on a windy day
 
I strode down the halls
sepia-tinged, empty
waiting for something
though nothing happened
 
Any monster
anything at all
would have
frightened me
less
 
Then the sobbing
started
barely audible
soft enough to be
imagination
or reality
 
“Hello?”
I whispered
Either I’d find
trouble
or
it would find me
either way,
I had a purpose.
 
I tried to follow
the sound
but I lost the trail
 
Till I stumbled into
nothing at all
 
Clearly, nothing
but a wall
soft as cotton
But solid as fear
 
Nothing
again
Nothing
or
 
In the shadows
on the floor
lay a twisted shape
like the number two
scrawled in chicken bones
 
I looked closely
a white nightgown
torn slightly, slipping off
one shoulder
 
“No…no….
Joel, you
heal-faced
monkey
get away from
me!”
 
“Bailey?”
I whispered
“Is that you?”
 
“No, stop
no more imitating
Nys, he defeated you
Joel…”
 
“Bailey,”
I knelt down
“Bailey, it’s me
Laura,
listen
We can get out
of here”
 
“Mary,
merchant
mob,”
she mumbled
 
“Bailey.”
I mustered up
my best
‘person-with-authority”
voice
“Bailey.
Listen to me
I don’t what’s going on
under that crazy-curled mop
but listen to me”
 
“We all breathe
fairy tales
and live them,”
she moaned
 
I tried to reach
through the barrier
but failed.
 
“Laura?”
Her palms cupped
around something
eyes still blinking
“Is that you?”
 
“What’s happening
to you?”
 
“Just---
get me out,”
She mumbled.
“Get me out”

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