Hook

I am razed in your whispers…

A loose thread pulled, I unwind.

Your travesty, my shame - screech through mirrored chambers, splintering the static...

I bleed your ghosts with salient, white noise.

Your affliction, my echoes - languish on a tightrope, softening the hook…

I lick your muddied shadows, dying on the vine.

I am razed, in your whispers a loose thread pulled - I unwind…

~A.B.K.~ ©2018