Holloween

My body
is a limbo
and my soul is lost in it
Hurry, hurrying
in
the purple darkness.
What did she do to die into this hope for heaven?
she is disconnected from my skin,
locked in
lanternless
wandering.
Blind,
she paces
the flesh of my mind;
my eyes are not her windows.
Where are the worlds
before here
before
the emptiness of flesh?