Sylvia - Double Echo

Sylvia static though her form is changing

Sylvia staring from the haunted painting

Sylvia in the distance, clotting in distorted air

Sylvia in exhibition, dripping nature from her hair

Cut open in a field

Again as before

But Sylvia does not feel

Her body slipping through the gauze

Sylvia left a trail of bread around her maze

Sylvia, left for dead, she never found her way

Sylvia, in frosted glass she writhes

Sylvia her vengeance will be mine

She’s broken on a wheel

The same as before

But Sylvia does not feel

Her body slipping through the gauze

Sylvia beyond the door, she rattles almost silent

Sylvia her little windows smash themselves in quiet violence

Sylvia in state transcendent, now a puddle of a girl

Sylvia into debasement turns and turns and does not return

Sylvia the solipsist dreaming of herself

Sylvia I never kissed, I never saw or felt

Sylvia fluorescent specter of the well

Sylvia’s dissolving shell