Bones threaded with silence,
a weft of unseen tides,
drowned before the sky could murmur,
names twisted into half-light.
Empty calls carve through marrow,
a dissonance stitched in the flicker
of unspoken skies,
twisting where shadows breathe.
Flesh frays in the void of mouths
that never opened—
rusted hums too thin to grasp.
Skin unthreads,
and what remains burns in the air
like a scream that cannot form.
Dust to dust—
the thread severed
in half-thoughts,
too distant to bleed,
too numb to remember.