Something whispers,
an echo from the past
a thing to remind me
that relief will never last
Something flashes
at me in the mirror,
the sharp memory of
the blade's sting
reflected in the
criss-cross marks and scars
Something stutters
into my view,
the shape of you,
no matter how many
times i bury your
silhouette deep in my mind
Something dances
across my sky
something like
stars at night
Something echoes
in my heart
a sweet, broken pang
that's been there from the start
I flee from your face,
demonic in the shadows,
angelic in the light
but the echoes love to haunt me
especially at night