The walls

Screamed

Loud

Crying

Beholding

Morbid

Visions

The
Whine
Of

Projecting

Projectors

Flickering

Images

Of

Cave

Rodents

Scurrying

Into

A

Maze

Of

Spiraling

Cheese

Fiery
Walls
Of
Collages
Of
Cigarettes
And
Lungs
Of
Cancer
Bleeding
Putrid
Tar
Black
And
Soured
Puss

Clinging

To

Visions

Of

Death

And

Lamentations


Robots
Holding
The
Hazy
Oval
Mirrors

Passerbys

Glimpsing

Into

The

Mirrors

Eyes

Wide

The
Truth
Billowing
Over
Them

Pushing

Consuming

Them

Lies

Rolling

Falling

To

The

Floor

Truth

Traveling

Up

And
Out
Sealed
In
All
It’s
Glory

This

Is

The

Ring

Of

The

Bell

The
Sunshine
Of
The
Neon
Hills

The

Healer

Of

The

Lie

© Joann Harwell