You:

I walked out on a white world,
I changed within it, as the cold remembered me and let me in.
I stumbled towards the cover of the sky,
And found the corpse suspended in the liquid jar.
I bled onto the soft carpet, and the blotting paper puddle oozed
until it disappeared beneath a new layer of lies.
I was the corpse,
Was I looking at my future or my past?
Nothing had prepared me for this moment
And yet the beauty of my death left me unmasked.
 

 
Me:

The Church bell strikes, a harsh reminder
of my ghost of conflict,  she is calling me to return
Whilst aimless souls kneel, seeking comfort
I stand frozen, alone in anarchy.
“To suffer is to live” she chimes and holding me fast
she gently strokes the lies I hide behind
I succumb to her cruel striking, my breath clamours
and with that breath, the immortal pain
of hopeless love, little gain
And the beauty of her life leaves me unmasked.
 

© Katy Hughes 2012