Frantic Whispers

Frantic Whispers (By Cat Matchuk)

dark darkness loneliness mystery
Photo by Engin Akyurt

 

Recall every song,
recall every memory.
Whispers are frantic
your breath of hope could ache.

One.
Two.
Three bottles of pills.

Recall every touch,
recall the sounds of heartbreak.
Whispers are frantic,
I hear your breath of blame.

One.
Two.
Three and
crash.

Recall the ringing,
it could be worse.
Frantic whispers,
demons pretending to be angels.

rust red
last taste
last vision
sleep together bluebird,
under blue sky.

Two,
one.
None.

Poetry

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