if i close my eyes i can block out the sound of her screams

i can ignore the memory; the feeling of her hands reaching out and gripping my shirt

i try not to remember the taste of her lips

these walls make it hard to forget

but when i look out through the barred window

up into that dark sky where the moon floats

shining down on this dark world

i think maybe heaven is better for her

if its the heaven the priest preaches about

the heaven we are ordered to read and know

i pray she is somewhere better