Muted
By bedazzled •
Glinting needles weave back through raw flesh,
black threads unravel
and I wait,
watching
as you fall apart,
this time I will not speak.
Muted in a space so empty
that everything is hollow —
hollow eyes observe
invalid promises
dissipating
amongst hollow words.
Never is the now we breathe
under punctured skies
where we hope
for whispers
that might pierce
the screaming silence.
Buried memories, sealed from decay,
wind tendrils into unwary minds
exhausted with avoidance,
the truth too dark,
too cold
to awaken into reality…
Where I wait,
watching
as you fall apart.