Covet the whispers they seep through the walls Unbeknownst who she talks to Bear secrets not for me Only shadow selves and glimmers of shining stars stuck on dimmers Covet the whispers
I hold my breath counting off as laden eyelids fall prey behind enemy lines my psyche hides complacent to lend an ear alert to the whisper of biting truth so subtle I barely feel it prickle but it is there
chimes jingle in the breeze melancholic motion going through wind pipes the bottles sing eerie sea glass filters green build up wafts a warmer thrum of restless air