a mere whisper
an entanglement of words
can send you spiraling down a dark path
you can never leave behind

the syllables
strewn like seeds
across your tongue
spread and collapse on your aching mind

you cut and prune
every morning noon and night,
but the thorns dig into your flesh
your hands tied within the vines.

the only way to **** a secret
the only way to end the lies
is to disentangle all of the chaos
and follow the little white line.

Once you reach the black hole
which has become the center of your life
you must find what feeds it,
and you must confine.

Open it to the light
and separate it from the dark
and it will shrivel up and be blown away like ash



for now...