Half-right, half-wrong-
faltering on altar,
I have come to-
pay back my debt.

The listening now stops.
Only unheard monologue-
will continue in void
wringing out the tongue.

The burning man will
not scream, even in ashes.
I did, what you did not.
I have cut off my thumb.

Looking at you nonchalantly
I pick up my thoughts in mess,
to stitch my death cap-
stepping out in dark.

All night it rained. I
will not leave any footprints.