Penelope Toomey

And I Closed My Eyes


My fingers clasped my thumbs.
Fisted, my hands lay numb
against the pillowed tomb.
I closed my eyes
to arrest the sight
of the colour white.
A metalic sound
would stuff the room,
with white steps breaking through.
And I closed my eyes
to aspire the disguise
beneath the colour white.
They came to apply medicine
and though it pains, I'm plugged in -
the cleanest I've been.
And then I closed the sight
to see a paradise
throught the dead's eyes...


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