When the Switch that Time Corrodes

When the switch that time corrodes
clicks hard against the will
and a flash-back bulb explodes
A long-forgotten cell,

flesh that died two decades back
reactivates its pain;
in the room my mind kept black
light breaks the heart again

to show through gathering dust
that thick on the image lies
the face of my ruined lust,
the hell in her tortured eyes.