Still
She rings in my ears
As the conqueror
Of each shadow-laden day

The piercing cry
From the pit of my conscience
That skewers
All in her path

She buries herself
Within the grey matter
Twirling, dancing
As done in days prior

Refusing
To slip away
Her fingertips burrowed
Inside my quivering psyche

I refuse
To allow her passing
And savor each hour
I plunge into memory

Each moment
I dare to dive
For the open arms of torment