the unquenchable silence screams loss
the voices in the walls scream memories.
i woke up with my head flailing in the hands of remembrance;
with my chest smitten & splintered;
lungs corrupted under the weight of heavy heaving through the night.
slowly, now, the speakers amplify more & more sad tunes
i turned to find a chest to bury my face in–
–all i caught were glimpses of your back
diminishing through that vanishing point
of so many ways to die by, your intricately woven mind was my way
it was disastrous [but]
it was lovely
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