I sat there next to you in a cold room filled with the secret battles of two lovers caught in the middle of failed expectations and disappointment.
No one knew me the way that your fingers drew me when the tips of your nails mapped out the curves of my flesh.
No one knew you the way that my hands knew; holding your broken soul collecting the pieces and doing the science; molding them with metal and irons so that when they were reassembled you'd be stronger than ever and never break again.
Yet here we are, perfect strangers that desire no more than to feel something worth feeling...
or to simply just not feel alone.
"I feel like I have known you my whole life..." "Do you?"
She sits rather still, stitching her loom shackled and bound to the whispering room While the walls shutter speeches she slouches then reaches, her stitching resumed.
Threads of silk pool in spools cast to the floor Hushing the voices as they pour
the voices repeat their crippling phrase dancing the space bound to their maze
Not sure. I've been editing it for awhile and I give up.