Miasmic Maria

She’s a virus
She spreads through your head
Memory’s where she sleeps

She lies dormant in thought
She crawls in from the dark
A nightmare learning to dream

Don’t let her
Whisper a single word
You can’t believe when she speaks

They’re just empty remarks
Designed to capture your heart
A truth hiding in deceit

The reflection she leaves in the mirror
Belongs to an unwilling host
She’s less than the living loving
A coin operated ghost
A lie masquerading as enigma
A spirit disguising its soul
An antidote laced with pure venom
A human who’s filled with a hole

Born in vain, made of smoke
Lost in pain, soaked in hope
When the rain falls, she’s the first to know
Perhaps some day, all her woe will float
Away