Lost souls
And frozen toes
Voices
Calling my name
Whispering
Or shouting
I hear them
All the same
The syllables ring
Through my eyes to
My brain and
Back again to
The tips of my
Fingers shaking
Tangled in hair
Wet with warmth
I washed my fingers in
A little bowl with
A lemon mocking
The messenger
Foolish feelings
Of dread as I opened
The door to
Meet this fiend
Who called
Me friend
Reeling to another
World
To a song
I have already heard
To a face
I’ve seen before