inside

standing by the hallway mirror
whisper shadows cross my path
the old room resting in my mind
red-stained cupboards are all i see
a young girl once shunned my growth
and whispered sweet fatal memories
now the broom closet sits quietly
eaten solemnly by the hallway

sit up sweet and restfully
make my way up to the bathroom
a shadow past of in my dreams
looking up in the hallway
the dull retreat of memories
tears rolling on to the floor
beaten once against the hallway
young ones dancing in the pantry

at night i sometimes dream and dream and dream and dream
and dream and dream
myself sick

standing up in the hallway
retreat the sound up to my ear
nostalgia kills the test of time
the scream so loud and far too near
assuming something in my dream
twist the doorknob past the notch
face the mirror i face my foe
and dance outside out of the hallway

-winston campbell-