Cell Shaped Skin Poem by Alice Lupin

Her voice sounded steady
as she told me in her tales
the way she loved to dream away
the daze between her days
Wandering winding castle ways
exploring her mind within that place
As I begged for her to stay

I listened to her whispers
her voice like brittle glass
I waited for the sobbing
That had finally come

"at last" I thought
and slowly
realization would sink in
in this husk of human history
in this mere cocoon of skin

I had tried all that I could
I has asked her all but why
While words were flowing from her eyes
Unspoken signs of broken pride
And they were singing in my muscles
their private lullabies

I follow imaginary steps
to the rhythm in her chest
And I hear the voices singing
that were always trapped within
bouncing against these walls of torment
in this cage that's made of flesh
In this prison cell shaped skin