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Serpentine, Volume 3, Number 1, Winter 1999

that girl

by Kim Camis

her footprints leave dark smears of the past 
scowls follow her stride 
(as fast paced as it is) 
over burning coals  
she stumbles 
searching for her beginnings 
    can't even find her present 
drowning in a sea of fears 
desires 
so great 
she penetrates 
the film of what might have been 
    (oh what could have been) 
tears form pools of misery 
into which she drowns 
swirling in waves of doubt 
-her own existence- 
tidal waves crash 
confuse 
mirror her image 
staring at that image 
hey stranger 
what have i become 
stars no longer twinkle in those eyes 
sun no longer lights that firey heart 
moonlight no longer casts the glow in that skin 
silence embraces 
clutched tightly 
talons of despair lightly tap her soul 
    (i'm waiting) 
the last of the waves lick 
her parched skin 
tattered insides 
the water is so nice 
so nice 
she sinks into forbidden comfort 
high on pleasure 
she sinks further 
embers burn her throat 
sealing it in a last goodnight 
kiss 
a lasting breeze escapes 
a last goodbye 
    a blind eye is turned 
    as the heavens close their doors for the night 
    and the clouds spin on 
    as those devils wink with secret knowledge 
    and her footprints are buried 
    maybe in time 
    maybe in thought 
    maybe in purposeful accuracy 
    maybe in spur of the moment precision 
    but in a definite finality 
    that was her own 

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