The Cabin

There’s a cabin in my psyche,

shaded by the woods of my mind.

Deep in the darkness,

far off path and yet somehow I always find it.

It’s where you reside,

that particular memory of you.

The only film playing on the projector screen,

and everytime I enter that cabin of thought

it plays on a loop.

My body falls through the floorboards

and I’m drowning in shadows again.

My body is no longer mine because you

made it yours.

While I was suffocating under the floorboards of the cabin in my mind,

you robbed my morals blind.

Frozen in fear and betrayal,

you groped my marble form

like I was made from Medusa.

Maimed by the snakes on your tongue.

One day I’ll burn the cabin,

the projector too.

One day I’ll burn that cabin,

and rob my power back from you.